Forecast

November 14, 2008
By Abigail Diaz, Washington, MI

Black smudges from the virgin ink

And tear stains on the paper

As she writes away her heart’s desire

Her pen must know she’ll soon expire

From all the weight that’s on her shoulders

All the emptiness in her heart

The pen; the all-seeing eye

Has seen this coming for awhile


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