A Forlorn Song

Written by: kathleen stevens

She sits alone,
 Her skeleton
 Pressed, molded,
 Wrought by an empty heart.
 She sings
 A forlorn song,
 Purse empty,
 Neighbors drift afar,
 Afraid to be there,
 They point and stare,
 Material junk
 Seals their hearts.
 She wears
 A heart heaving
 With aches and prayers,
 A binding truth and love
 She strives to share
 But others’ fear
 Converts to glare,
 And not one steps near.