Broken
Shadows in her eyes,
she has lost track of the days;
their passing having no
meaning to her.
she hides from the sun,
venturing outside only when
the cool, welcoming, grave-like black
of the night has come.
she shuns the company of others, their
happy voices
seeming to her like so many
clanging cymbals in her ears.
she seeks out the corners of rooms,
preferring the security of a wall at her back,
and she waits for the day
she will simply fade away.
she has no more rage against
the dying of the light,
and knows no neighbor
to borrow a cupful of courage from.