Another Poem

Just for kicks.

Anhedonic emptiness
Spears the lonely hours
She spends them weeping in her tower
Trapped where she cannot escape.

Eclipsed completely, she is the moon
To her peers' bright suns
And lonely she is
For no light can find her
Instead they render her imperceptible to the eye
In vain she hopes that she will be the darkness no longer
That one will lead her out
That she will be the one to shine
That life will bring her into the world
Where she can live again.

But time pasts: she ebbs away
Dust she becomes.
Unknown. Nameless.
And none care.