I was told to write about her,
My mind was blank for a moment,
Why was i so stuck on her ,
It was as if i was facing an unknown opponent.
There was nothing special about her,
Yet there's this light that shines from deep down ,
As she saunters ,
Down a corridor filled with darkness as the clock strikes at dawn .
Will she ever reach the end of this corridor,
Will she be forever trapped ,
As she continues to fall under.
Once the light in the room ,
Now wherever she goes darkness follows ,
Will she ever find the chance to bloom?
Or will she wilt in these creepy hollows .
Having not said much ,
Only few can see through,
Through her wounds and such ,
Her light unabled to be renewed.
21st April 23
