Lament For Her

Reaching beyond the grime and filth, pushing through moribund blight, which is my inanimacy; enveloping shadows of death without time to ensconce. Innermost hollowness huddled by lonely nights, mourning.

Stillness remains in passing tides without calmness to soothe even the gentlest sigh. Pendulous by the futile stride of time, heavy upon her shoulders, the weight of her crimes. Forgotten is the ability to love, and grant herself forgiveness.

Dampened are screams of the child she holds unflinchingly to her heart; tangibility in cadence of a world's  lamentation exudes her tenderness. By the abhorrence of transgression, her happiness is found. Embracing the hand of death, a sentimental caress ushering the finale.