SHE CRIES


Moon lurches into place this night
Perching over the arid desert
the old highway lines worn, once white
Lead truckers to a room of shabby blight
A woman waits in unknown despair
With nothing but favors to share
The moon perches on neon sign
til sunrise takes its place to shine
as bright as the neon sign blinking…’vacancy’
The woman crying in pain and despair
No life lived, she has none to share
Crying each day her grief
Day to day, week to week
from generation to generation
A woman is crying

About lenwilliamscarver

A simple woman of simple means, walking a gravel road on my journey, made stronger by paths taken barefoot, pain endured, and revealed in these writings. Mistakes made some taught a lesson some lessons ignored, now learning to forgive myself.
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