Sitting on the window sill.
Is a child looking out.
Estranged from the world around her.

She cries to the unseen,
"Hear me. Help me. Let me experience what I cannot feel."
Her pleas left unheard.
Unspoken.

Pounding on the glass.
Are the tears of angels crying.
As this child feels lost within.

"Hear me."
"Help me."
"Show me what I cannot see."

"Give me your ever guiding hand and let me be free."
She does not speak, but it is seen within her burning embers.

The fire within this child.
Holds her answer.

Sitting on the window sill.
Is a child looking on.
Pleading with her demons, just to find a way out.

I like it a lot, it's different and stands out.

I'd really like to comment on this poem, but my mood isn't great, and I can't find anything wrong with it to pick at.
So I guess it must be really good then, right? :)

I really liked the line 'She cries to the unseen'

Interesting enough, I suppose.

Certainly different, perhaps include a few more darker links earlier in the poem in reference to the demons? Just a suggestion. And less of the fullstops, they pause the flow, make it seem more abrupt. But very well written.

Guh, too dramatic and corny.

well written and i partially agree with ZeppelinKitty about it being too corny. a good poem still. keep it up.

Bah, yes I know it was corny but that was my mood when I wrote it. Thanks though.