Brown eyes stare up at the mimicking clouds
Each tear, of new fallen snow
Chilled and frigid
In the winter air
Aback in the charocoal colored skies
Behind vigilant eyes
The young girl cries
Wishing for guidance
Cloaking the night
Around her shoulders
Warm tears race down her checks
Streak marks form on her face
Sadness releases from her body
But stays in her heart
Dark and cold
Her wandering eyes
Find the cold lifeless body
Her hand brushes the dead arm
As racking sobs fill the air
The same brown eyes stare
Staring at the body she used to love
Searching for hope
For love
For home
For something to make her not want to hate
In the dead of night
