Restlessness Within
Her body throbs from within.
Helplessness swells in her being.
He is in her, over and over and over.
Heart is waning, body aching.
Mind is wan from tribulation.
Her soul belongs to him.
Her chestnut eyes look down at herself.
“I am weak,” Herself cries.
Smeared on her lips is red paint,
And thick do her black eyelashes appear.
Underneath is the face of youth.
Its glory shines through the masque.
She shivers at the break of dawn.
Another day, she must traverse foreign ground.
Her feet walk on slivers of glass.
Her fingers freeze with the touch of lifelessness.
“Through the valley of the shadow of death,”
She enters the bleak alone.
Her eyelids begin to close.
Tired is she, oh so tired.
“It is time to rest this weary soul,”
The Heavenly say.
And she lays down her heavy head,
As the leaves sing her name.
With the wind murmuring softly
Through her long black hair,
Her lashes waxed shut
And her mouth grew cold.
All sorrows forgotten, all cares take flight.
Her form in peaceful bliss, there,
Lies she in eternal slumber.