Questions
She sits and stares blankly,
Thoughts running through her head.
Pen in her hand,
What will she do next?
She lets out a huge sigh,
Eye-lids wanting to close.
Muscles are tense,
What will she do next?
She must go to sleep now,
Her mind just won't switch off.
It might sometime,
What will she do next?
Copyright © Michelle Stone | Year Posted 2006
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