Clothed in nothing but
despair, she plunges
into a pit of stone-cold
emptiness
Self pity rang in their
sighs, and resignation
danced upon her eyelids,
threatening her tears
to fall again
Anxiety prickled her skin,
but nothing could elevate
the hopelessness behind
it all
She cries to a silent
audience, pleading for
some reassurance


Good luck to you my contest.


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