She reproaches herself for unwisdom.
She has sunk into thought over the failure,
Looks for a way out.
She reads the newspaper,
Not seeing the letters.

By the window,
From behind the broken glass
She looks out for support.
She hops, she stands on tiptoe.

No one will comfort her,
Won’t even toss her a coin.
Her own barricades
The SOUL is raking away.
While the others are gone —
Alone!