the light falls greyly down
on dusted carpet and darkened leaves,
and I wait for the clouds to part.
the summer breezes sway branches
of trees older than my parents,
as I wait for my life to start;
butterflies wing, and higher soar
the birds, who have some purpose
and I wonder what is mine?
spiders crawl through my dry hair:
I'm Miss Haversham in her glory,
with cobwebs spinning through my mind.
cars rumble while i rust,
our sun rises and falls again;
why can't I get to sleep?
a world buzzes on around me;
weeds overgrow my soul and
my silence runs far too deep.


*© Tara India.