A Widow’s Struggle


Murky and dark it stares at me,
laughing- mocking me with it's
absurd and twisted humor.
Swallowing the hearts of many-
it has got mine. Deep
in the coral is he;
my heart, prisoner.
Alone, cold and bitter is my heart
yet here I am;
Standing
before this liquid of a monster.
Does it even comprehend
the agony it has caused me?
Is it pleased with or at my broken
soul that lingers without purpose?
At the edge of this dock
I feel the safety of sanity
mercilessly being dragged out
of me.
Meaningless tears
can't bring him back
but-I came for him
and he is either coming with
me or
I am for him.

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