The dark clouds heartlessly laugh,

at her bedraggled misery, and lonely strife.

and melt into the biting winter rain,

droplets of cruelty, soaking her life.

 

She walks ahead as if unconcerned,

though her eyes shed two pearly tears,

as the storm causes her to recall,

the bleakness of her yesteryears.

 

Her eyes hold the embers,

of a long-dead, passionate fire,

as she now struggles to escape,

a futile existence, a precarious quagmire.

 

She walks the lonely path in silence,

but her eyes scream and implore,

telling tales of happiness drowned,

only sorrows washed up on her shore.

 

She drifts alone, wraith-like,

as no one hears her plaintive cry,

moving towards an unknown travesty,

unable to live, yet ... unwilling to die.