The Silent Struggle
A night so bewitching
As the shadows cast a sense of dominance
Doors that rattle and bars that won’t bend
Clawing and struggling in the frightful physical structure
She is the caged rat
Waiting in the lab as though she was forced to eat rotten food
Ailments lay a bed of warning
The daily strife that starts the mourning
Of the death that waits
Inside so hopeless and safe when left alone
When left alone
For her heart would rise if let out of the demise
But for now she fights in silence
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008
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