Center Crowd

There's this crazy thought

Surrounded by the fuzzing air.

One that she had fought

Though again, she would not dare.

There's a problem with the night

It was supposed to be a happy one.

But she couldn't get it right

The laughter and smiles were done.

Exhausted, worried eyes

Droop lower each time.

Too deprived by their lies

To care if she is fine.

Fold up this letter

And rip it up later.

Slowly pretend she's better

Praying once more - to her creater.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is a great write. I will add that "creator" is spelled like this. So you might want to fix that. I love the expression "fuzzing air", that is very ingenious and creative. Blessings of peace and love, because the world needs more of both. And remember, God DOES hear your prayers.