She Wanted by Z. Alarcon

 

She wanted arms to hold her,

Not hands to behold her

Dark days, long nights;

Through it all, she sat

Silently under the city lights.

 

Tears stream down

Faster than gravity can pull

She’s feeling down

As she climbs onto a stool

 

She learned how to tie knots

She found it better than

than firing shots.

 

 

Day in and day out

She started to wonder what

Life was really all about.

Her thoughts shut

All external noise out.

 

Nobody to help her

Not a soul to revive her.

She stepped off the stool

And everything became a blur

 

 

(08-12-2016)