She

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

open.

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.