Monday, May 24, 2010


She cannot remember the last night that rest
came without a fight.
She has not seen the dawn and paused with
anticipation and wonder.
She doesn't sing, her ears do not hear the music.
She used to look, eyes curious, anxious and hungry.
She sees nothing now.
She asked, “let me in”, waiting for a door to
She begged for intersession, God was not listening.
She cuts over scarred wounds, wanting to feel
something, anything.
She screams for mercy knowing there is no succor
for her. Now.....or ever.
She is dammed and she knows this.

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