Silent Suffering

Her mien tells tales of trouble,
A grimace of cold goodbyes,
A cathexis of wasted time,
The image of many lies.

A puff of breath from her lips,
Precedes her mournful plea,
A tear rolls down her cheek,
Though no one looks to see.

She finds comfort wearing a mask,
A bandana that hides her eyes,
Her pied cheeks lean on the wall,
Secure in darkness blind.