Daily, she cried.
Tears flowing down her pristine cheeks
Complexion fair as the summer sky
And hair thick as the autumn night
Heavy with the weight of spring in her chest
Buried beneath the cold of winter’s test
Daily, she wept
Shedding tears upon tears
For lights snuffed out
And darkness ever-creeping
Temptation lingering on the street corners
And desperation lurking in the trenches
Daily, she sobbed
Heart-wrenching, gut-bursting gobs
Of wretched, twisted emotion
For what is it, but a promise
Of misery to come
A hope of slight pleasure
That maybe
The world
Is not as dark
As we
Think
Daily.
A/N: Repetition kind of stuck in my head for this one. It sort of cobbled itself together with a bit of poking and prodding. Enjoy!