#WritcoPoemPrompt11
The days were unending, as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight,
Days brought merciless heat that never abated,
Bitter cold evenings were absent of all light,
Each brought uncertainty she desperately hated,
Battling her own demons was a perilous fight,
Warring with an enemy her own mind created,
Always so egar to win but losing despite,
A prisoner of a place in which...