Deserted
Her children are still at rest .
through the frosty window beholds the mother
the feeble rays of the waning sun.
Taken aback by the hovering clouds
as her daily chores remain undone.
Yet another day of futility
Equations lack parity
and remorse fills the rift
a life with bargained voices
constantly feeds the flesh
and insanity veils the wounds.
This gaol seems a heaven now
and all the sinister chores rejoice within
the door is locked and once again it
resounds with the same nocturnal hymn
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