Bored with the dullness
That the evening brought,
Scaffolding her soul
And her feelings sought.
Her eyes glowed blank
And her vision blurred.
No more could she create
One solitary word.
She drank her coffee stale
With sugar and milk;
Her mindless repair
Beginning to wilt.
Extending her nerves
To put spark by her side,
Still feeling no fact
In being alive,
She bore the light
To shine through the dark
And counted the battle
As one to be marked.
Still ever remains
The one great examiner
Who slips into silence
From daily banter.
