Days just go by

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

One Comment Add yours

  1. 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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