Destitute.

As the clouds gather in the sky,
darkness hovers in her mind

Flashes of pain synchronize with the flashes of lightning in the sky,
darkness hovers in her mind

She can smell the wet soil,
she can see the clouds blowing towards her,
but all she can think of
is the darkness clouding her mind - denser and denser it became.

She touches the first rain drop and remembers the last slice of an autumn night
The hunger, the frenzy, the hurt -
Lisping words that go unheard.

Dark clouds of anguish vanquish the last drop of sunshine in her soul -
"she's like a pocket full of sunshine", they said..
Their cruel words echoed in her mind -
as the darkness clouded her mind- denser and denser it became.

The sun shines no more -
neither in the sky, nor in her soul
For all she has now are raindrops -
cold, translucent - beautiful.
Memories of that autumn night still haunt her mind..
The hunger, the frenzy, the hurt.

But yes... the lisped words go unheard.