Never Ending Battle

its a never ending battle

a sigh.

a forlorn gasp.

lips part oh so slightly

and air flies out.

-sigh-

her shoulders drop

just a degree more

then her usual

slouched position.

-sigh-

her head

hangs lower.

-sigh-

her eyes

grey and down cast

with the beginnings

of what look like

beautiful stars

peeking through

a swirling thunder cloud.

-sigh-

unfortunately looks are deceiving.

they are tears

glittering

in the light

shining

on the downcast face,

just before

her hair falls.

hiding the storm

about to burst.

-sigh-

wind in the trees.

-sob-

thunder in the far distance rolls.

-scream-

thunder booming overhead

splitting the sky in two.

The clouds burst

and the rain falls.

-sob-

distant thunder rolls.

rain.

tears.

is there a difference?

full of salt

or sweet.

fall faster,

as big

wet

drops.

they slowly subside.

-sob-

the storm rolls on.

-sigh-

winds blow through the trees

and stop.

she looks up

with red rimmed,

storm grey eyes.

this storm is over

but more will come.

they always do.

-sigh-

she walks on

down the silent

grey street.

that is her life.

a never ending walk.

only breaking

when the inner battle,

the inner storm

becomes too much

and leaks out.

but never,

does anyone hear.

never,

does anyone see.

never,

does anyone

care.

her battle

is never ending.

Author's Note

i actually have this poem published in a book, but what do you all think?