For whom?

 

Driving through life

Immersed in her thoughts

Her questions had remained unanswered

For whom does hope dawn

and for whom the bell rings?

What was her place

in their scheme of things?

 

A wall flower,

A reproductive machine

With love to shower?

To paint their lives

With cheer and light

And watch her own canvas

Remain a dreary black and white?

 

Inspired by 

Writing Prompt #197 “Special Collage and A World Apart 5″

Writing Prompt #197 “Special Collage and A World Apart 5″