sonGs of oTher laNds

They were behind

Fallen crystals splash open
She cries uncontrollably
Shaking violently
Trembling.

No one sees her
They don't care
Walking nonchalently
Past.

Yet someone stands behind
Wanting to help
Eyes wet
Crying.

If she turned behind
She could see
Finally notice
Them.

posted by jessXW @ 3:05 PM