Empty eyes
Black skies
Clouded mind
That won't unwind
It rains everyday
She can't make it go away
If she could she would
She should
But one would say her will is weak
Eyes leak
Words are hard to speak
When she drowns in sorrow
Dreading to still exist tomorrow
Despair lurks around
Drowning out the sound
Of her silent screams of pain
Aching to end the rain.
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A depressed mind at its lowest ebb well depicted in the poem. A beautiful poem, well articulated and insightfully penned with lovely rhyme scheme. A nice poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.