20 Awaits
the 20th hour awaits
and she is crying
because she is still fragile
like a expressionless china doll
the paint is starting to chip away
and she can't believe that she is
still in the same place as before
She is still looking at that closed
door hoping for more
ding goes the bell
and its to late to run
the girl is most saddened
by the fact that she
is going to bring the same
problems into 09.
The ones she thought would
be gone by now are still
lingering in the shadows.
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2008
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