She sat there grimacing,
with paintings on her arms.
a plaster sitting on her face
words unsaid.
And a story written on the walls
filled with pain and disgrace.
The night changes and confides.
the world ignores,
turning away every eye.
Loneliness screams and
echoes within .
This feels like a punishment
for an undone sin.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
She sat there grimacing,
with paintings on her arms.
a plaster sitting on her face
words unsaid.
And a story written on the walls
filled with pain and disgrace.
The night changes and confides.
the world ignores,
turning away every eye.
Loneliness screams and
echoes within .
This feels like a punishment
for an undone sin.
