Once she looked at soft spring skies
Inspired by the butterflies
The sun provided warmth and lust
The trees and flowers held her trust
The animals moved her soul
But now her heart black and cold
Once writing of her love for him
Now her heart consumed by sin
He went and left her all alone
For reasons to her still unknown
Why has death stolen from her
A brother, a lover, a father what more?
When striped of hope and faith she’ll write
Of what ‘god’ left her, the cold and night
Even so she never cries
No tears have ever graced her eyes
While anger prolonged still seeps
Within her soul so dark and deep
Anger at what is unknown
Anger for being left alone.
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