24 Hours

Accusatory voices that flood within the night,

Moonlit dreams with open eyes scream passing time to time,

Stars they dance to songs of sorrow with pain they can't forget,

Trees they sway to memories abundant in regret,

Reflections in the water allure to drown the mind,

The ripples when you touch her erase self loathing crime,

Sun lit days are cluttered,

Clouds they chase the pain she knows,

Soul; she softly mutters 'let go it's time we grow.'