August Sky

Her little face, with sadness smeared upon,
She sits on the wooden ledge, with a tear drop.
The sky is bright, but her face reflects darkness,
The day is long, longer than you can expect.

There is something she fears, "Disappear" she screams,
Its the reflection she sees on the mirror,
There is something she fears, and its within her,
The white clouds that litter the sky, reflects her fear.

Her soul is like the August sky, clear towards the south,
But the darkness of the day creeps up from within,
As she moves on to the autumn of her life, gray and dark,
Where she sheds tears for the ones she has lost.

Its her name carved upon her bosom, as a symbol of shame,
She hides it, but the rains expose her shame,
The darkness of the day doesn't help her cheer up,
As she still sits by the wooden ledge, with a tear drop.