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This cold October day she sits
gazing out of the window
Cold outside and
cold within
She asks herself will
it ever end
This endless cycle
of shivers
Thoughts tumble through
her mind
Rolling like an infernal
drumbeat
Lost is she in this rain
and hail
The drops roll down like tears
of desperation
Where does one go
from here
Is there a way to
be free
From this eternal
torment
In her soul’s lost
dream?
Ways to escape come
and go
Snatched from her
grasp like
A lost waking
dream of
Never-ending hope
long lost
To believe in hope
and the faith
It so much requires
is a hard
And sometimes fruitless
exercise
But one has to believe
or the point is lost…
*First published October 11 2014 and re-edited 17th October 2014
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on Oct 17, 2014
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