Impelled in solitude..,encumbrancing empathy for fellow mortals gone begging….,
Tangled in unnamed thought pattern, muted by ubiquitous sorrow.
Comforted in a torn quilt of self pity..
Sinking in still, frosty, silent, waters of dark depression..
And she whispered to break the tranquil..
Longing for the darkness in the bright moon light only To be greeted by the morning sun..
To live another sodden hollow epoch…
Longing for twilight to hurry the longing gloom..
Descending ashes of elysian memories precipitate into the dark water..
And then gravely silence engulfs the deceased soul.. Troubled ripples die down..
The owl looks down from…