countless grains of sand caress
every pore of her tired and creased
face
halting every notion of self doubt
that crossed over those heavily chapped
lips
weak fingers with rugged tips become
dressed with the brittle sand as she
digs
the tiny tear in the earth becoming deeper
as does the hole in her ever hopeful
heart
her only wish is to find something,
anything to make the feeling, that feeling
disappear
alas, like most of us, she has absolutely
no idea of what that something
is
Author notes
ummm wrote this for english class....enjoy-o
Written June 1st, 2006
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