Won't You?

"Give me a chance," she wrote,
And the words rolled across the page like dripping blood.
"Won't you?
You've built this brick wall around your fortress,

And these curtains over your eyes,
And this blackout screen across your heart.

You thrash out at the wind

Which howls through the cracks in your wall,
Which billows your curtain,
And which tears at your screen,

But there is no destroying this wind;
That which has no beginning and no end can't be stopped.
The wind isn't the evil;
The evil is that screen, wall, and curtain."

"Let me in," she wrote.
"Won't you?
I do no harm. I'm not as cold as I sound.
I won't hurt you.
(Please don't hurt me.)"