Oizus Serenades

Shadows tread in my depths of darkness  
I lay supine on covers of Soul’s spread  
where the patterns are laced with tears  
embroidery sewn with repentant threads  
 
a silent storm rages within grief’s grip  
its tendrils reach deep with a story untold  
kept within the thoughts no apologies  
a battle rage within between thoughts  
 
Oizus strums a long winding story  
nooks of pain crannies of sorrow  
she sings about it all without apology  
presses lime on heart’s furrow  
 
It lends a new meaning  
"to strumming my pain with his fingers"