5A line of idle days
Melt slowly into one another
Paralysis of the soul
Is beginning to take place.
Misery lacks company
She yearns for a friend
But nothing materializes
Nothing takes shape.
Indifference takes over
She yields to misfortune
It dampens her spirit
And breaks her heart.
She wants to escape
The cycle of self-pity
She wants new beginnings
She needs a fresh start.
Will someone emerge
To be her saving grace
Rescue her from obscurity
And save her soul
Or will she have to
Go it alone
Have faith in herself
And learn to be bold.