Longing for the rising sun,
With an endless cry,
And sleep undone,
On this scary night,
When the moon, refused to come.
Seated by the rivers that run,
She missed them all, one by one,
All the love and all the fun,
Until she realized, she had none,
But her mind unkind, showed her a ton
A ton of fun, a ton of lies,
A ton that made her feel alive,
A ton that threw away her fright,
One at a time, she did realize,
There was none, but just some lies.
Seated on the rocks that night,
That stood against the rivers that slide,
They splashed, along with the crash,
Sprinkling all the love they had,
I'm pretty sure, she was glad.
She told them about the path she drove,
Showing them all the scars from swords,
Some pierced the heart with words,
The other pierced the mind, with words untold,
She poured her tears, all night long,
Until they reached the Heaven above.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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