She Goes on...

She waited,

with a pen in her hand

and hope in her heart

doodling patterns in the makeshift paper of her life

waiting, just waiting for the things that never come to her...

The moon was her quill,

its beams the ink in her words

and they moved on

with the speed of light

tracing words on the parchment of her heart...

Sleep was a bliss that wont come;

for tears obstructed her closing lids

so she kept them open,

with the hope that the air will burn them out

but the dust in the air stings hers eyes all the while...

Dreams were a tragedy she couldn't escape;

for they kept flashing on the inward eye-

one that she hasn't yet lost to the world

showing images impossibly untrue

illusions of a future she couldn't have... 

Smile was a past she craved;

her eyes sat in constant hope of reflecting it,

her face aching to be lit again

with a happiness that wont play peek-a-BO;

tired, so tired of life and its games...

Thoughts were the devil that never left;

sitting and retrospecting- what she had, what she lost

with sanity the only thread binding her to life

she goes on- with nothing but a faint trace of her originality,

she goes on- struggling on the makeshift paper of life...