SHE CRIES

An hourglass turns

Bird chirps.

In a dark room,

Black as night without a moon,

She cries.

Her hair as white as a dove.

Tangled and matted.

The sands of the hourglass

Fall through her mind

As she cries.

Her mascara runs.

Crow caws

Her bosom heaves

But as she breathes

She cries.

Sun shines

Wind blows

Time goes by,

But as she lies….

She cries.