Sitting in wounded isolation
a black painted heart filled with despair
ashes that were memories on the floor
where hope used to leave it’s footprints
there are just dust of nothingness

no-one spoke a word to her to give solace to her soul
no-one dared to love her and left her heart a hole
every room is painted black, black with despair
and only a single window showing others happiness
to mock her…

she wears a crown of thorns
and they crucify her with words
she only wish to be relieved
but she is stuck within

(c) 2014 allen simpson