Requiem For A Day
Here she lies, tattered and torn.
Burning from the inside out.
How can she find peace,
as tears continue to stream down her face.
Her eyes are open, yet she cannot see.
A blank canvas that should be in color
are only the colors of black and gray.
She hears laughter, but cannot laugh.
She hears singing, but cannot sing.
She tries to touch, but cannot reach.
She tries to hold on, but loses her grip.
Down, down she falls, trying to hang on.
Screaming and shouting....but nobody hears.
There she lies, tattered and torn.
Can she now find peace, now that the tears are dry on her face.
A requiem for a day,
as she looks at herself and walks away.
kap/9/7/15
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