MUFFLED SOBS
She couldn't lift her boulder head,
Shoulders heave with suppressed sobs,
Muffled sobs of a morbid sadness,
Echoing about the corners of an icy room,
Eyes wild with a knowing madness,
Heart so cadaverous, impending doom,
Heaving tears like Old Man in Sorrow,
On the painted faded yellow chair,
Atlas-shoulders, the world heavier in the morrow,
Shouting out in a fit of despair,
On the Threshold of Eternity,
She panted in her arms,
Head down, muffling her final sobs.
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Memory Graveyard
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