Silence builds a wreckage of a woman
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void
Grey shadows haunt and torment and torture
A wife and mother, stricken and destroyed
There is no sound of laughter here
I have thrown in the towel today
Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul
It is futile to hope and dream and pray
Emptiness builds a home in this woman
In this girl, this child where hollows have bred
A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes
And eats away at every connecting thread
Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.
COMMENTS
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TheArtistRose
04:53 Aug 20 2010
beautifly written. I enjoyed reading this.