The Cell
In the quiet cage of the darkest corner of my heart, she waits.
Deafening screams Rend complete stillness.Darkness echoes,The void her sole witness. The cell door’s shut tight,The key hidden away.She cries and she pleads,But no one hears, to her dismay. Alone. Bereft and discarded. Forgotten. But she still remembers, Still feels and recalls,What it felt like to beSafe in His arms. He's not coming back. She knows. She's made peace. Perhaps someday, some way,She hopes, she prays,Another...
