Modern Day Eleanor
Be careful of the songs that you hear for they may stick with you.
"I miss the person I used to be"
Read the sign upon the tombstone
Of a girl who grew tired
Of keeping her face in a jar by the
Door. It was a visage
Created by the desire
To fit into a world in which
She did not belong. She walked in
Silence. Drowing in the noise
Of thoughts that would not go
away, she dreamed of the words
He would write for the sermon
That no one would hear. Quietly,
She wipes the dirt from her hands
And walks away from her own grave.
