She's sitting alone,
Going on without a sound.
She can only moan,
She's dead she's found.
She's waiting to see his face,
Looking in every corner.
She longs to be in the same space,
Til then she's a foreigner.
She looks away from family,
To hide the tears that stream.
Because what they ask cannot be.
She cannot leave and feel supreme.
She wake in the morning to a soaked face,
Dreaming about such horror she's not surprised.
Thoughts and nightmares she cannot erase,
Even if she is being chastized.
She's an endless pit,
Of sorrow,
Grievance,
And Pain.
The pieces never again to fit,
Because she'll never love again.
