Bloody Handprints on The Wall

Look there do you see them?
all those handprints on the wall...
all bloody, some old & some new...

Each brings a memory.
Each brings a pain.

That one down there near the floor
small and tiny, yet bloody still
What happened to that baby?

Up further still you will see more
scattered here and there,
like long faded roses
in a field of dead.

Old, worn & sickly brown,
some big & some small
bloody handprints all..

Over on the windowsill
see the handprints there?

A young child, lady & woman to be
stood there watching and waiting..

Her bloody handprints splashed upon glass
wanting and needing a way out.
Ever watching and ever waiting,
yet unable to leave.

Unable to break those bars
no one else can see....

Bloody handprints all shapes and sizes,
even upon the floor you will find them.

Laid there, as she fell, crying.
But no watermarks are there to be seen.

Just those bloody handprints on the wall,
makes you wonder...
how she survived it all.