Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Lonely Lass

A shroud of darkness covering her tight
Away from the emptiness, she ran with all might

A burden unknown dragging her down
A more difficult endeavour she had not known

A small step forward, was it so difficult
Caught in a trap, gripped by powers occult

Drowning in a whirlpool in its fiercest form
Flailing like a small speck caught in a mighty storm  

Like a dark cloud covering the sun
Fear and despair ruled supreme and made fun

In the midst of millions, alone she stood
Strangers she found, wherever she looked

With desperate urgency, she called out for help
Words caught in her mouth, she could hardly yelp

Shadow or substance, what was swishing past?
Fathom she couldn’t, despite looking hard and fast

A tiny ray of hope crept in without her knowing
She reached for it – it was nothing and everything