Wimper
Willow
hugs
her pillow;
Settling
in for a cry,
and
a world weary sigh.
No
one can console,
as
she loses control;
Tears
flood her room,
then
a bellowing gloom.
Misty
eyes,
sick
of lies,
so
often told,
desiring
to scold.
Behind
closed doors,
her
heart soars;
In
an world of her own -
The
peace of being alone.
But
soon she discovers,
hiding
under the covers,
has
a fleeting allure,
leaving
her feeling unsure.
Trapped
in solitude,
an
isolated attitude;
Assumed
reclusive glory -
A
silent purgatory.
Clouds
part -
A
new start.
Friends
swoon;
Forgiveness
rune.
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