A tuneless Song repeated

 Thinking of him
on a bed blanketed with sadness
hugged with bitter sweet sorrow
another drop of her heart blood
to ink its wall with graffiti

anger within bubbling like lava
erupt through her eyes
in gushing hot rain
wetting her pillow of bitterness

that fate should laugh with destiny
seeming to giggle with evil laughter
as they watched her struggle
to hold on to her soul

turning to face the empty wall
she scrawled her words of despair
all so cliché in its rhyme
and bitter laugher choked her

this is a circle game she thought
as she faced another day
bright uncaring sun
forcing her to its indifferent light.