Everyday there’s a little prayer
Everyday a little renewed hope
Everyday it gets quashed
Everyday I break a little more
Everyday it’s silent begging to the skies
To whoever would listen to my trampled soul
Everyday it’s a grave new reality sinking in
Everyday a new pinprick leading to another hole
Maybe in some other life
these pinpricks won’t necessarily lead to pain
And when clouds gather in the skies as a promise
there would indeed be rain
© 2013 Ankita Kala
AnElephantCant help wondering
If this is just a poem
He doesn’t want his new friend to break
That will be hard to take
He hopes she will take time to know him
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