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She Stands

She stands by a window
Crying against her will
Shaking from pain that comes like waves
Her nails digging into the sill

Her mind is her captor
All the memories that remain
Of a girl once bold and beautiful
That now will never be the same

Her thoughts become an altar
Her soul is sacrificed
Her past is her betrayor
Cutting her like a knife

She looks out of the window
Hoping that time will set her free
Of all the visions of a tormented past
The pain that has come to be

She will keep on searching
Until all her hopes are nil
Unless she finds the peace she seeks
You'll find her standing there still

~THE FLOWING PEN~
12-14-04






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She Stands