by Faith Elizabeth Brigham
she stands at the window
cheek pressed to the pane
while the last trace of summer
becomes drenched in the rain
her eyes are set
in a ghastly stare
while the day wears on
but she doesn't care
there is work to be done
which she hasn't begun
and she takes a deep breath
then begins to hum
slowly the evening arrives
and trying hard not to cry
she sighs wishing
that she weren't alive
and she knows that
tomorrow will be the same
for all she can feel
is yesterday's pain
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Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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ABOUT THE POET ~
American poet and writer whose work has been published both on and off line. Poet is included in the International Who's Who in Poetry and World Who's Who. She has performed poetry readings in Florida.
Last updated October 13, 2011