The someone….

The Someone who has gone for-ever….

Each day as night starts to set
A weird feeling creeps in her chest.
She knows that she must go to bed ,
Tame the mind,allowing it to rest.

She hugs her tear stained pillow close
For there is none around.
Cries for the someone she loved,
With the heart that try screaming without a sound.

People who see her in the day,
May feel that she she is doing well
Trust me, with the setting night
She gets drawn to her own hell.

Time has never heeled her pain,
Neither has eased her fear.
Every night , alone in bed
She waits for the someone to wipe her silent tear.

© unblossedyet