Grieve

In the forgotten house She wept madly without Much more than misery Her tears saluting The daylight, long past With the moon she is alone She does not think About fighting her depression She only remembers The scent of freesia And all that came with it A warm embrace, the distant Reminder of being loved But too many miles have Followed her out into this Wilderness, this prison Engulfed in her dark sorrow She does not wish nor pray For a savoir, it is too late Only bones remain to save And tears, always tears