first crack at poetry?
her hair, plastered to her face, is dull
she gazes upon me with her lifeless eyes.
Clear, blue eyes, once full of radiance
now reflect a somber apathy.
She is affected by nothing
and yet, by everything.
The death of one family member
the snide remarks of another
the betrayals of whom she needed most
burdened this poor, young girl
Until her spirit broke.
She has given up hope.
I cannot help but to love this girl
and yet, I hate her.
I long to reach out to her
to take her trembling chin in my hand
and console her
Or perhaps, shake her until she cries.
She does not cry.
She sighs
and casts her eyes down.
Not one single tear
will reveal itself through those frozen eyes.
It is her constant sighs which drive me mad.
I wish to offer my condolences
though my comforting is of no comfort to her.
I can do nothing.
Instead I avert my eyes from hers
before I am consumed by the abyss
that is reflected upon me.