Him Poem by Alandra Nicole Moreira

In the morning
Not in the night
But by day
Of ran down light
She rests her head

The heat of fire
And burn of coal
It's vibrant steam
Bent over foiled
She sadly sighs

Anger troubled
Frustration toiled
Madness diluted
Debation reputed
She fights against herself

Weakend lost
Or a strengthened glass
The shatter mass
Of weakest point
She fails to fall

A tear, a tear
Of gleeming eye
A scream, a scream
So fought to lie
She punctures the ground below her feet

A man of more
A woman of most
To explore the rest
Of inediquitly less
She remembers

To hold onto
Out of reach
The grasp of capture
Of one is free
She's been caught

Without the breath
But still alive
An onward bound
Of an outward dive
She's torn two ways

Decision, decision
Choices, choices
Is there one
Are there none
She doesn't know

Left or right
I can always go back
Wait, time don't move
I'm stuck, where at
She stands her place