She Kept Crying

The picture was beautiful,
It was the road to her future,
Somehow it became to fade,
Pieces began to waver,
Like the mild blows,
Of the wind,
Injecting into her heart,
Heavy loads of pain,
Where could she turn?
If what was once there,
Had gone
She kept crying?

She could not see beyond her misery,
The image she created,
Was only evident to only her,
Sorrow was all she would show,
Oh how, she ached,
For all that was gone before her,
She longed for more,
Filling her mind with memories,
She forgot where to turn,
She refused everything,
She kept crying

She gave up on life,
Found herself in silent cries,
But oh did she weep,
If not for all to hear,
But for someone to actually see,
She cried out,
Where could she turn?
If all she believed in
Was tortured loneliness?
She kept crying

Her silent cry, soon became loud laughter