She a radiant belle maiden in her early prime days
slept on his grave
As though his life was hers' to save
Her emotions blended into peppery tears
Though old and rugged warms her from early days
Her heart in turmoil of the commotion she fears
Marie's life was that of a caged bird
She lived in faith and fed on hope
Of a day soon to come
When her wings she could spread
A minute at least hers to be
A dream of freedom drawn from solitude of hers
And anon! Be today that day her cage shattered.
The unfortunate, being a break point
Though in tears and heartfelt misery
I, the omniscient could tell the lightness of her heart
Hope in abberation venerated with despair
An illumination of a probability of desire
Her heart once designed his absence
Now she embrace the gloom
In which she dwell.
#the broken writer 📝✍️