her eyes are fixated on
the hands of the clock
on the wall
unlike her racing thoughts
time seems to have stopped
a feeling of loneliness
runs through her veins
as she wonders if
she has crossed over
the line to insanity
gripping her rosary
she begs for God's mercy
pleads for her salvation
things move in slow motion
as she realizes
her prayer was answered
she lifts herself up
and slips out of bed
ready now to face the world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you paint such great pictures with your words. i love it.