Silently she sits in the shadowy muggy mist,
Anger bolting inside, her hands clench into a fist
Her emotions run wild, yet she doesn’t understand why?
Tears begin to drip down her precious baby blue eyes.

Dancing in a vast, entertaining crowd,
Piercing, so-called music, ever so loud,
Laughing historically, enjoying time with true, close friends,
She thinks…I never want this exciting night to end.

Yet quickly fears overtake the dark hole inside of her,
Theirs nothing she can do, no cure,
Like finding out you have cancer for the very first time,
Peacefully she dies in the terror, Needing and looking for a sign

Our simple lives are like a twisting road,
With a truck carrying such a strong load,
Never knowing what emotions may lye around each turn,
But we steadily drive around the toughest corners wanting to learn.

 
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