753. She sits alone beneath the weeping skies,

SONNET 753
By JH Sayyar
She sits alone beneath the weeping skies,
A silver tear upon her trembling cheek,
The storm that rages hidden in her eyes
Speaks grief her voice would never speak.
The world moves on, unheeding of her pain,
While petals fall like hopes held too tight
She weeps, yet her sorrow leaves no stain
On hearts too cold to see her fading light
Her sobs are music sorrow dares compose,
Each note a wound the daylight cannot heal.
She clutches dreams that wilt like summer rose—
The more she hides, the more her truths reveal.

Yet from her tears, strength begins to rise:
For rain must fall before the rainbow flies