#WritcoPoemPrompt28
She floats like a dream,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of innocent,
souls bound in shackles.

She never wants to wake up,
but the mornings come too soon,
she cries, in a broken voice,
she, a broken light bulb,
yet she yearns to lighten up,
longing for an escape.

she keeps on waiting,
silently, in the cold winter rain
with nothing to eat,
bruised and broken.
there's no rest for the wicked
but her eyes are weary,
of searching for a place,
to be free.

searching for something she knows
she can't find, searching for angels
in a devil's paradise, a love
in a stone cold heart,
a hope in a fading heartbeat,
wherever she goes, everything
comes and goes so soon.

© Lundi Ncuthu