Time
A black shroud over her face
Light exempt from her features
Her back against the wall
She cries
The clock ticks
A spot of hope
The light is shining
She talks
Who listens
Sciolism in a mans world
The clock ticks
She screams
Ignorance is a better food
The soul rots
It is all black
The clock chimes
Survivor
The light flickers
The clock chimes
A room full of faces
They look
They listen
A white rose
The clock rings
Copyright © Tina George | Year Posted 2018
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