BURNING THE 7th CIRCLE

There is nothing left to see. I strain to look at the paintings on the wall but there is too much darkness in the room. It is a shame, for the scenes of my life on the wall are things I have tried to remember, some I have tried to forget, but they are all part of the exhibition. The sun is shining outside the window. If I pull myself together, I may find the strengh to part the curtains long enough to give the outside world a parting glance.