A Restless Girl In a Pink Bedroom
A restless girl in a pink bedroom
Scans the implacable ceiling,
Or buries her face in a book
To subdue the hurting feeling.
And the days fall flat as roadkill,
Grind on and cool their heels
In minutes and hours of deadlock,
Like rusted cogs and wheels.
Childhood sneaks to closure,
And nothing does no good
On the border between confusion
And the bloom to womanhood.
In the tangle of ebony hair
Lank and listless on the sheet,
And the summer-kiss tan of her skin
Lie the sorrowful signs of defeat.
She could cry for the ending of times
Rose-tinted with visions of love,
Now a restless girl in a pink bedroom
Sighs and stares at the ceiling above.
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