Hair wisps across her face.

She sits in dismay.

Tears stream like rain, running down a windowpane.

Mind cloudy in thought, a whirlwind of sadness and pain.

Here in this silence, rocking herself.

She moans and a sob comes, from deep in her throat.

The wind howls in the distances, as the room becomes darker.

No light is needed to see.

It's all about misery.

Shaky hands move, to push back the fallen hair,

And hold the face, streaming in a river of tears.

Her body trembling as if in spasms.

Goose bumps rise to the flesh.

When did hell visit earth?

Life is a mess.

Voices muffled, from another room.

Whisperings that talk, of impending doom.

No end is within reach.

Ears not wanting to hear.

Death is life and it can't be endured.

It just is!

It is to be, an inevitable, defeat.