Outside the light is fading,
into darkening shades of blue.
Inside a heart is jading,
to a shade that suits the mood.
Struggling to control the shaking,
but her will is growing weak.
Hand on heart to feel it breaking,
and with it the world grows bleak.
A mind collapsing, spins with strain,
a loveless body with no where to run;
Hands clasped, begging for rain,
so she can melt into the sun.
:)
One of my personal favorites. The first poem I ever wrote in the third person. :)
**HeavensTorment**