Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Autumn Chill.

tired, disheveled walking along the edge of the water, she drags her feet through the sand. her hair hangs loosely, damp over her red, swollen eyes. they tell a tale of countless journeys begun which have turned into countless journeys never finished. most days she comes down to the water, but she's not alone. happy times, running and playing together, laughing and smiling with the sun's warm rays beating on their faces.

but not today.

it's only autumn,
but it's grown so cold.

her hands clasped tightly holding on to a dream that will never unfold.
the chill that she feels pierces her last bubble of hope in a chaos of bad dreams and nightmares which have become her reality.

i hope she feels the sun again one day.

it's only autumn,
but it's grown so cold.