Thursday, February 10, 2011

A Ride Back Home

She stood there in the darkness waiting for a ride.
Unknown cars, strange motors and buses passed her by.
She tried to put her head up high,
And try to hold the tears in her eyes.

In her ride for home, she gazed out the window.
Busying her eyes, so tears won’t flow.
She closed her eyes try to fight the pain,
And hated herself for being weak and frail.

At home she ate and went directly to her room
Afraid they might see her eyes in gloom
She turns off the light and sees nothing but darkness
In her pillow she let go her pain and madness.

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