something new
once again, not a poem. but under a similar catorgory which is...i don't know what really
"she's crying!"
"what" came the response as slow understanding dawned on her
"she's crying"
wordlessly she sped down the steps,
questions unanswered.
this took priority, she was crying.
and that was all that mattered.
"where is she?"
she demanded into the faceless throngs of students brushing past her.
"where!"
her hands grasped her cell phone and she searched in dispair.
"there!"
someone else pointed,
"she's there"
"what's wrong?"
she asks her,
pushing past everyone else
shaking her head she turns away from her
holding on to her wrist she pulls her closer
"are you ok?"
we walk away,
minutes later there are other people in the picture too.
she walks away sullenly with us
"is she ok?"i ask
she shruggs,
"someone else seems able to cheer her up"
i hear the hurt in her voice,
the defeat.
seating ourselves,
she refuses to eat,
again.
her shoulders sink and as i walk away,
i notice she's shrunk quite a bit in size.
her uniform hangs off her shoulders
her eyes so lost
she looked so forlorn
forlorn was the word,
yes, forlorn.
helpless,
dejected,
she sat there and i wanted to reach out and give her a hug.
how it must feel,
i wonder,
to want to help
but someone else seems to do it better
i could feel her losing hold of control
the only control she had now was of herself.
thing seemed to slowly slip away from her,
and this is all from what i see
though she might or might not really feel it.
(c) xoxoCharis Vera @ 6:36:00 PM
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