She is silent
Caught inside a world that doesn’t care
And doesn’t know why it should
She hangs back as the others dance with avarice
And gaze longingly
Into the eyes of their reflections
How it is that she belongs here
And when the end will come
With tired hands she scores another line into the rock
At the forest of days stretched out before her.
Did you know today is World Poetry Day? Well, it is. And this is my contribution.