A deserted world of her emotions,
This lifeless landscape has decaying notions.
Ship wrecks washed up on the forsaken shore,
Rotting feelings are at the bottom of this core.
The constant austere, gray clouded skies,
Reflects the faded sand, dull to her eyes.
The corroded sea-shells are buried on land,
Not even one set of footprints are seen in the sand.
The forlorn palm trees are wilted down,
Looking at the hidden horizon with a big frown.
There is no sea-life except one decaying corpse,
Any comfort is reprimanded and shoved away with a force.
No sounds of nature, but angry ocean waves,
The absence of the sun has become the clouds slave.
The ocean is black with an odor so foul,
It hisses and whistles and lets out a distant howl.
This desolate life is boiling in her mind,
This life is painful, cruel and not very kind.
No comfort, no hope, no signs of a life,
Her mind is stuck in this dream-like strife.
