In your hands
Cynical, dejected, broken girl,
In the hands you had the world.
You lost grip,
And let it slip.
Slowly,
The world crashes.
And the gravel beneath you begins to shake,
The earths surfaces final quake.
The ground splits under your feet,
You've lost and you're in defeat.
You fall through and are engulfed in flames.
Cyclical, dejected, broken girl,
In your hands you had the world.
By: Desiree Porter
