Love

Dust in the crack and crevices
Cobwebs on her hands and dress
She stares through space, as if dead
For years, not a single word from her lips has been said

Sunlight passes through the window’s once pristine glass
But warmth this doesn’t give her
Cold and stiff, she sits
From her slumped position she doesn’t stir

The clock continues ticking
Its tiny hands move steadily
Time passed by, wasted
And yet, she sits still, staring blankly

No other sound can be heard
No thumping or another heart beating
She’s isolated and caged in a room
Living in her own dismal world

When will her ears hear another sound?
Keys jingling, a knob slowly turning?
Young beauty, frozen in a corner
Never lost, yet was never found

~ by Firefly on February 5, 2007.