Thursday, September 16, 2010

Nothing Left

The cloud swallows you,
spits you into despair,
and tear-mixed rain drowns out
the cries of anyone near.
Stress sings, ringing in your ears;
As doubt controls every thump of your heart.

A girl sits.
Slowly tapping her foot.
As deer scared eyes
reveal her every thought.
Tired she says,
is the panic stricken stare,
The stress of her life
has removed the sun-kissed face
And more importantly
All of her faith.