A Knackered Soul

For years; in tears she awaited him come,

Roses bloomed and wilted; and her charm

Kept disappearing into the faded meadowlands.

Her fragile self could no longer rise;

Carrying a pair of smudged eyes,

Drizzling tear drops washed down her kohl,

All adornments renounced her barren soul,

And they left her yet more bleak to die,

Beneath the glimpses of the cerulean sky.

The art of her patience kept fuming into nothingness,

Despairing thoughts slew her off torrid whims of vehemence.

The choicest blue dress her bod was attired in,

The one that endearingly adorned her gleaming skin;

Has now been a robe more discernible as a cadaver's pall;

And shall shroud her naked bones and lacerated soul.

No! But he never returned; never ever to claim his love,

And her doomed soul flew somewhere into the stars above.

Unspoken tales of her destiny still sought to be adorned on pages,

But no writer's hand had ever proffered a prudent quill since bygone ages.