The Telling of Sarah Jane


The rain

doesn't trouble her

and the squalid alleyway

is of no concern

She's found her way

beyond the streets today

Though peace

is yet a mockery

in her glazed

vacant gaze

Pain

finds no resting place

upon dampened sheets

of crimson haze

The world

is oblivious

to this child's unknowing remains

Strolling

indifferently on

Crumpled

clutched in her fragile hand

the reason she has gone

Two lines

a bitter fare

Tell it to the wall kid

nobody cares


~Teri~