Captured By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com Captured in a photograph, Framed in wood, She stares through weary eyes From where she stood, A river of tears running down Inside her soul and out. The black-and-white photograph Captured her features, no doubt, But, expressionless, she gazes on. If her tears would ever show They'd turn to ice within seconds-- If only you could know How many times she wept In the pounding, pouring rain, Her heart withered and brittle; If only she could love again. Captured in a photograph, She gazes on blindly, Framed by rotting wood, Her tears forever unseen. BACK