she stands at the window <br />cheek pressed to the pane <br />while the last trace of summer <br />becomes drenched in the rain <br /> <br />her eyes are set <br />in a ghastly stare <br />while the day wears on <br />but she doesn't care <br /> <br />there is work to be done <br />which she hasn't begun <br />and she takes a deep breath <br />then begins to hum <br /> <br />slowly the evening arrives <br />and trying hard not to cry <br />she sighs wishing <br />that she weren't alive <br /> <br />and she knows that <br />tomorrow will be the same <br />for all she can feel <br />is yesterday's pain<br /><br />Faith Elizabeth Brigham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yesterday-s-pain/
