ALSphere Foundation
A mere silhouette, partly dappled
By the mellow lamp in the corner
She leans into the solid wall
Feeling the uneven paint beneath her
Chipped nails.
She tosses the questions like a
Pingpong ball which ricochets back
To her, echoing the unanswered questions,
That plague her every night.
They slither into her dreams
Like vicious snakes, hissing the doubts
Back into the crevices of her mind
Then the gaunt face of her mother
Looms large and yet again she
Dares to ask, “Why?” but receives
No answers. She never has.
A melancholy of question marks shroud,
Her petite frame, in a gossamer web,
Through which the inescapable hope,
Fades away.
