#WritcoPoemPrompt11
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight…
Who is supposed to help?
What is the correct answer?
What even is the problem?
Her light slowly fading,
Into endless despair,
As the mind goes blank,
And she sleeps.

But suddenly a call,
at the worst moment,
bring her light back,...