Laments of a Widow

I looked in the mirror and all I could see was the pain of loss, draped in jet-black dress with a veil of gloom on my face. I tried to smile hard but all I could see was a forced on gloss dabbed on my lips to hide the bitter truth of grief's trace. I endured the sufferings of life but this was a misery of death digging the grave of my love imprisoned in a wooden case. I tried to joke it off but my laughter was soaked in tear's depth drowning my joyous memories of him in whirlpool of distress. I believed the idea to live happily ever after with him on my side dolloped with love but losing him broke my faith in shards. I tried to flee from feel of a widow but my mourning couldn't hide; drab heart of mine is like his cenotaph desolated and marred. Date: 01/20/2017 Note: For the contest (Form E) by Broken Wings. *Placed Third* The poem is true to elegy form but also a personification cause it personifies the character of a widow.