Misery Was Her Name Poem by Chikere Zakka

She wondered….she sought
She found nothing but continued to fought
She sighed….she cried out for help that would never come
Out of all the tears she shed, you’d think she’d be done
But nevertheless they constantly came until she realized it wasn’t necessary to cry
Crying showed weakness….therefore she refused to die
Her mind was blank most of the time, but there were times they raced ahead
Thinking of a way out, though there was none, and that would quickly fill her with tread
Sometimes visions of her life would flash before her eyes
She’d then curl up tight in a ball and tried to rid of the demise
Sometimes black and red tears would form and slowly fall over to no end
She’d then feel weak, isolated, broken once again
Arms wrapped around her legs, chin on her knees….she sits and waits….
She stares…..endlessly into her own shadow….