Haunting Past

Delicate and beautiful. It slides down her face like a sparkling diamond laced with spirit A solitary tear. Filled with so much pain and regret but still unable to admit Needing help. Searching so desperately but even upon finding is left speechless Waiting alone. An echoing ache and longing throughout her body wanting to confess Her crime. Hidden in dark and deep shadows of limbo with no chance of escaping Growing cold. Secrets once loved now loathed with the wounds left sore and gaping