She sat staring, out the window
Cold was visible as frost on the glass
She wished to escape this place
The room with the view
To the clouds in the sky
Thoughts circle inside her head
The story, she narrated to herself
The emotion blending with her sorrow
Like a raven‘s meaning, unrest
Ensued upon her psyche
A fist, she clenched it tight
As she began to wear a frown
Her body did a slide, slumping
Against a wall, hard as a rock
Would there be any to save her?
When she chose not to speak?
© E.M. Kingston 2022 – All Rights Reserved.
This was written for The Sunday Whirl Wordle #536.
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