Daunting Silhouette

She had chuckled,
had let the surging wind rustle her locks,
when the fields were green,
and the eyes shut.

Silently she believed to have refound the innocence,
having decided to forget a certain hope,
she again desired the cheerful sunrise,
the loneliness seemed solitude then.

In broad daylight,
the thief snatched away her peace,
jostled her awake,
opening her eyes to a shadow,
a shadow she recognized since birth.

She heard the jar fall,
estranged like never before,
too fragile to fight the silhouette,
she wished him dead.

Shattering ever so loudly,
oscillating between sanity and insanity,
she wondered who was more heartless,
her or the one who made her so?

With derailed dreams,
she fathomed horrific nightmares.
While sleep evaded her,
she hoped to sleep forever.