she cries at night.
single tear stains on black cotton.
but no one hears.
she paces in circles.
constantly moving.
but never really knowing her destination.
she dreams in hyper color.
nameless faces so haunting.
but she can't assess the meaning.
she glides through the day.
semi-eloquently trotting along.
but she remains fastened.
she smiles on the outside.
glowing green eyes so vibrant.
but inward they are barren.
she cries at night.
single tear stains on black cotton.
but no one hears.
Melanie McWhirter - © 2009
Saturday, January 31, 2009
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