Cat on a tank
Meow
Cat on a tank
Meow
Meow
Meow
Falling, the skies cry above,
No gods would weep for her.
The dark sky doesn't show itself,
Why would it?
The green earth is wet,
Her feet don't sink down.
Even the ground rejects her
Why wouldn't it?
The skies cease their tears,
They clouds covered by white,
An umbrella, colour of the clouds.
Next to her stands a woman,
Pity in her smile, her eyes on hers,
Now both are shielded from tears.
She ...
Every day felt as heavy as the previous one, her body feeling heavier, weaker, the cane she was using to walk looked worse every day, always more used, the tip becoming dirty and the gems on top of it always hazy because of how she held it. Her eyelids were closing on her way to her house, the cracked pavement was such a eyesore to her and she couldn't do anything, it had been cracked for 52 days,...