January 2011
3 posts
Heartache
All is still Within this cage, her mind is a deity One that shifts and shapes And fills the emptiness of what thoughts have left Here, the days meld into weeks and the months into years Here, she sits alone With eyes wide open As if she waits for her children to return from school Or her husband from work Her arms limp and battered And bruised with age Her hands trembling with eternal sin With...
