Yesterday's Pain Poem by Faith Elizabeth Brigham

she stands at the window
cheek pressed to the pane
while the last trace of summer
becomes drenched in the rain

her eyes are set
in a ghastly stare
while the day wears on
but she doesn't care

there is work to be done
which she hasn't begun
and she takes a deep breath
then begins to hum

slowly the evening arrives
and trying hard not to cry
she sighs wishing
that she weren't alive

and she knows that
tomorrow will be the same
for all she can feel
is yesterday's pain