She
Beneath her feet sodden ground
motionless and weary she stands alone
a north wind hurls around her
yet, she does not feel the biting cold
her heart is broken and will not mend
an already grey sky darkens
motionless she is in her darkest hour
a cold hard rain begins to fall
its droplets mingle with her bitter tears
her heart is broken and will not mend
her skirt hem swims in newly formed pools
her eyes transfixed into nothingness
loneliness awaits her
silently she walks through sodden ground
her heart is broken and will not mend.
Copyright © Julie Achilles | Year Posted 2020
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