• Her eyes snap open,
    back to the wold of the waking.
    But they are dull,
    lifeless,
    pained.
    Their light has gone.
    They cry
    in sorrow
    in loss
    in anger
    in fear.
    They cry
    for love
    for forgiveness
    for happiness
    for life.
    But that doesn’t matter,
    shouldn't m
    atter,
    right?