she sat in her bedroom.


She sat in her bedroom,

in the dark and quiet,

and stared at the wall,

her head in a riot.


Music couldn't help this time,

nor drawing the night away,

Theres a war going on,

It feels like D-Day.


Eventually she stands up,

at looks at herself in the mirror,

she walks away,

to correct her error.

  • Author: Willow_Wander (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2018 12:23
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 46
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