disintegrating time

sitting at the table...with not a word in her head.  
annoyed by whats come to her..  
she feels as if there is not much left to do or say..  
her tears fall from the thoughts of her broken heart.  
everything has torn her apart.  
though the years she has not picked up a pen  
and paper.  
putting the pain into beautiful words.  
waves of waters come from her shattered self  
her image no longer her..  
she..who might she be??  
she holds herself as this toutering  
gain has rising over her.  
this blanket of madness..blanket of fears  
black rose red the color of tears.  
still beside this window alone  
she will stay  
without a pen or paper to to express what to say.  
the song will continue mightnight to noon  
and she wil be drowning in motionless dismay.  
she will pray.. again today  
still this feeling has not .disappeared..  
only it began to take a tole.  
she feel herself changing  
rearranging  
what once was her couplet rhyme is know  
her verse of disintegrating time..  
sitting at the table...with not a word in her head.  
letting mindless behavor swollow her dead  

-kumiko yamamoto