End of the matter

My closed window
has a dent;
winds of wars
seep through it
like sharp weapons
weeping, hissing.

What should I do!
Maya smiles
tearing me apart
she is winning!

I refuse to lose
I stretch my hand
place Maya
in the highest seat.

Nothing happens
I get blocked in me
like a lock, that’s lost its way
to the key.

I stare like a zombie.
But I don’t give up.
To Maya, I befriend
holdings hands, the window opens
dent stays
matter ends.