Sitting in a chair
where confidence
hides within 
the tattered fabric,
she’s mesmerized
by raindrops
sliding down
the fogged
window pane

Then she stares
at the gadget
in her hand,
a lifeline to
the outer world
where she is
irrelevant

Only her thoughts
keep her company,
and they can be
her worst enemy

She gathers just
enough strength
to wonder
if this is the end-all

Lauren Scott © 2018