Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Widow

To the core
She is the sorrowed
Filled with grief
Alone and waiting
She is wounded
Her body reels
Her flesh is torn
Her husband died
Her being grieved
One alone
Where two had been
Now there is only sadness
There is no relief
The widow is shorn
Her locks were her vanity
She refuses to be
A widow abiding
Waiting for her one
He will return
Before her life is done
But until he does
Until his flesh is remade
She is undone
And her will is fading