Penitent Souls

The throng of tearied-eyed neighbors will claim,

her decision to part ways was only in vain;

blood-shot eyes and fustrations amidst,

Discerning for something- an indication they missed.

Yet curiosly there are some who sit stoic amongst one-another,

attempting to block out the tocsin wails of her mother.

Vacant bodies occupying the church pews,

devoid of astonishment-for all this time they knew.