Muddied
she sits there
with the same blank stare
as this moonless sky
her thoughts stacked
like these clouds
swirling above
her tears streaming
faster than this rain
shatter on the ground
atop puddles
as muddied
as her soul
(Bus scribble)
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2020
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