I'll Be Here When You Get Through
as she battles to pick up pennies
dollars fly past like angered hornets
with glass walls that are penetrated by many
her world could launch a thousand sonnets
to find traces of joy in this life
one must squint for the light is so dim
sometimes in this darkness she wields a knife
words that cut psyche as well as skin
this malaise came about slowly
there are no prescriptions for what ails
a book inscribed with the word holy
rests on her nightstand to no avail
the sun may set in the East
before vivacity returns to her home
ask why, but she will not speak
of this plight as being her own
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