She Weeps No More
Amidst a world of deep despair,
She walks among you, unaware;
No promise held in hopes of late,
As quietly she suffocates.
She lives a life of futile dreams,
As sorrow flows in silent screams;
A life of pain and languished years,
Have washed away the fallen tears.
She cannot look beyond today,
Her future masked in shades of gray;
She lives her days on borrowed time,
A life in limbo, fate unkind.
She grips the past and holds her ground,
Attempts to thrive beyond the bounds
That tie her to this emptiness ...
This vast expanse of nothingness.
A woeful creature, inwardly,
She bares her pain for none to see;
Amongst a world of gloom and strife,
She carries on her lot in life.
Bereft of feeling, lost in soul,
She lingers on with self-control;
Emotions gone , no longer kept,
Her tears are dry ... no longer wept.
[This message has been edited by Kit McCallum (edited 01-01-2001).]