She...
She sits and stares
Alone in her room
She never dares
To fight the gloom
She welcomes it
With an evil grin
She can�t forget
How to play with sin
She walks
Thinking of violence
Daring not to talk
Not breaking the silence
She knows the hate
Yet never will she dare
To doubt her belief in fate
And to look past the stares
She assumes life is better
Somewhere deep
Somewhere she can weather
The long night�s sleep
Deep and full of meaning
While in an empty bed
She knows the feeling
Of all the words that were said
She sits alone in the dark room
With an evil grin
Sitting inside her soul with the gloom
Waiting to play with sin.
- Joeann L. Hunter 4/15/01 revised 10/01/2001
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