Her Thoughts...

Trauma

Her little childish orbs were wide open,
Staring at the beautiful moon,
That hung like a clock,
On the black wall,
In the sky at the night;

She got a promise from her and went to sleep,
Putting aside the thought that her little moon will go,
Waking up to the sun,
Her eyes watered,
And there it all started;

Not once was her trust constant upon something,
As her little moon would never keep her promise,
Some night she came,
Others she hid and few others she didn't come;

Her fluctuating thoughts scared her,
Unknown to the trauma she faced ,
She was a sensitive little child for others,
Who stared into hollow and kept mum;

Not once she felt heard,
When she breathed her last,
The agony of her heart was masked,
As her eyes stared at the empty sky....!