Alone Again
Dreams take on wings and fly away
Parasitic green, paints window panes
In a heap of, once white, torn strands
of happiness she begs tear ducts,
for just one more time.
Overgrown fingernails,
despair and gloom.
Swollen stomach and
matted hair.
Sitting in a castle of tombs,
she longs to fly way.
A bit of blue through a little,
insect nibbled hole in the wall
lends her hope in spurts,
but night always falls,
and leaves her alone again.
Copyright © Maren Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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