Picture courtesy of jtotheotothee.deviantart.com
She sits under a cold sun
on a swing in a park
Her week isn’t fun
her life turned a little dark
All she wants is a home
where she can be free
One to call her own
where she can be left be
A job too that she loves
one that is a joy
But job choice not enough
no-one wants to employ
Stuck in a dingy room
alone and lost
Faith in good things soon
but worries at what cost
Harder it is day by day
to believe in anything
Cards have dealt her fate
what will it her bring?
She swings back and forth
to and fro from good and bad
Cutting into her soul with a saw
just out of reach, this life to be had
Water wells up in her eyes
the swing empty as she walks away
She does all she can, she tries
as birds circle, this cold sun will have its day
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
Posted on Jun 19, 2013
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