Wednesday, August 10, 2011


Gazing out the window as though gazing at the dark foreboding sea
Cursed be her thoughts
Cursed be her heart
For cursed is she

A silent thoughtfulness on her face as passerbys scrutinize
nothing is revealed save the darkness in her eyes
no nothing can be conveyed but the darkness

Still she stands, as a statue, on watch for the dawn
she stands a martyr to her fate
her words as venom in her heart, a betrayal of her own

Unknowing the power her words condemn her
knowingly she prays
silence answers
for the inner voice is gone