She Walks

Daylight stops,
And she walkingly taunts.

Her age is shown through her youthful habits.

She loathes,
The distasteful future,
Her feet pound,
The hateful pavement,
With impetuosity.

Again the sigh,
With rolled eyes.

Her contagious depression,
Lurks.

Her sense of finality,
Looms.

I wonder whether she sees me,
Watching, watching.