She Cries Poem by Jacqueline Dougherty

Alone, she sits in the dark
with her heart in her hands
as the tear drops cleanse the wounds.
She cries.
No one's there to console,
not a caring soul to be found
alone in the dark, mouring.
She cries.
The presence is nonexistant,
the warmth is absent
as her heart, drowns in growing agony.
She cries.
Alone she is, sad she'll be
until love decides to set her free.
When this shines into her hope filled eyes,
She'll cry no more.