Her Cloudy Sky Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

her sky was gray when the clouds roll in bringing the rain
which falls steady filling up the puddles
which are now flowing on down and soon all around town,
now she sit in the corner of her room keeping plain out of sight
so no one would see her praying to god tonight,
now she wipe her final tear in praying for someone to come here
but she knows no one will cause no one will care,
now she still praying for forgiveness for the sin she about to begin
even though she knows the risks but she doesn't care
she just grabs the knife slashing her wrists
than falling on the ground watching her blood pour all around
as she still trying to hange on testing out her faith but it's to late
she is already gone and on her way to heaven gate,