Picture courtesy of http://www.strawberige.com
Sun streaming down
on her face
Trying to cheer her,
make her smile
To take away negative
thoughts
And free her from
restraints
She looks for someone,
anyone
Who will listen and
be there
But no-one comes,
nor ever will
As she struggles with
her daemon’s
Family and friends
always there
When you don’t
need them
But where are they
when you do?
Like dust in the wind
my friend
Like dust in the wind
She waited and continues
to wait
For this the way it is
and always will be
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on June 8, 2014
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