The Untitled Girl

She walks along this lonely street

no one to dry her tears

massage her tired feet

or calm ever present fears

Seeing life through tainted heart

making everything gray

Alone, her life, anew to start

Always searching for a way

But life goes on no matter what

That fact she cannot quell

Memories ne'er to be forgot

Within her heart they dwell

So she keeps walking this lonely street

Keeps searching to find her way

Every night she lies down to sleep

And prays tomorrow's a better day

Reviews

[Mr Whiskers]

Such truth in the matter of life going on, whether we like it or not. It seems some of us are destined to search for something wherever we journey in life. The loneliness feels deep, I feel almost helpless reading it.