Emily Crestfallen Poem by William Greco

one two three four
Emily Crestfallen
sits on the shore
five six seven eight
she's not worrying
about her fate
nine ten eleven twelve
she loves to read
books from her shelf
thirteen fourteen enough said
she's still lonely
she's still sad
but waves crash
on rocks so old
and sea will not answer
it's simply too cold
Emily waits
without moves
for months and years
still nothing to lose
she can't go home
she can't be real
now she turned to stone
'cause no one feels
the way she did
but it's all over
she rests in her sleep
with all the hidden
secrets she used to keep