She sits in silence, waiting for the rain

and wonders why the tears refuse to fall

perhaps her heart has built a solid wall

transmits no weeping message to her brain

won’t let her cry despite the hurt and pain

the cold winds blowing through an empty hall

so dry and harsh when there should be a squall.

If love is like a battle then it’s lost

she’s trapped away for everafter’s years

a prisoner of war in heartbreak jail

she paid the price of love – her soul the cost

rewarded with a soggy cheque of tears

but drops of rain no longer are for sale.

In darkness she looks deep inside to see

this nothing that has grown and taken hold

just yesterday a treasure trove of gold

now happiness has gone from memory

her sadness locked inside without a key

with only storm cloud stories to be told

she shivers not from crying but from cold.

In mesmerizing trance she waits to cry

it seems her soul has died and gone away

and nothing seems to matter any more

if only he had stopped to say goodbye

and gave her half a chance the words to say

he didn’t even glance back at the door.

more of my sonnets HERE