Alternate Life

Posted on Apr 17, 2013


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Sheltered from the rain
in a small cafe
She drinks her tea
looking out at passers-by
Thinking on where
she still is
Thinking on an
alternate life

The drab grey buildings
soulless are they
Melting with the
grey rain becoming as one
The people all around
heads bowed and lost
They too become grey
and meld into the town

So much of life she
has lost
So much never done as
the clock ticks by
Her gaoler of the keep
as she wonders again on
What could’ve been
in her alternate life

Her tea lost its steam
gone cold now
Even the greyness has
affected her drink
Should she be brave
and fight the rain?
Will she ever get
a chance to leave…

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