Feb 14, 2012


She lays on her bed
in the quiet of night
thinking the thoughts
that come without light.

If only, if only,
screams in her head
until, in frustration
she pounds a fist on her bed.

Life will not be gentle
it explodes with unfair
she walk into webs
then she begs with a prayer.

In her human condition
she's conditioned to fail
she takes it all in
but it will not exhale.

Lost in the shadows
abused by the fight
she gives in to destruction
and turns out her light.

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