Another melancholy poem of mine, would you believe i am not as unhappy as my poems make me seem lol.
THE LONELY LADY:
Her veil of lashes oh so thick,
Conceals an anguish centuries old,
So unabashed the glaring truth,
Yet all this time it has been untold.
She sits upon the rolling stone,
And gazes out as time unfolds,
While howling winds and merciless waves,
Devour what is left of her abode.
Far away the setting Sun,
Descends beyond the horizon,
The dying embers of light, they fight,
As darkness conquers all in sight.
With despondent eyes she gazes up,
To see the Sun that's almost gone,
The evening sky is ripe and red,
With lingering light that is almost dead.
Yet still she has some moments left,
Before her final breath is spent,
And with that final breath she prays,
For light, for peace, for warmth again.
As her eyelids descend, a lone tear drop falls,
Unseen, unheeded it has all but gone,
Beyond the abyss where silence calls,
The final breath has thus been drawn.
She lies atop her rolling stone,
Unmoving, limp and all alone,
As waves rise up from oceans deep,
To carry her off in their embrace.
Across the seas of time they race,
To take her to her resting place.
