A poem I had written long ago, which I’m feeling the situation now…

Stream of tears
Follow the delineation of her cheeks
Stream of fears
Smirch her mind

 

In her own world
She cries
In her own tribulation
She enjoys

 

Comfort found distantly
Now even further
Song of dejection
Ever so close

 

Anger mixed with hatred
Happiness no where proximal
Stains of hurt
Embodied deeper

 

Abandoned is she
Alone is she
Happiness aviates
Sorrow is embraced

 

Freedom is savored in pain
Stigmas of grief
Tears uncured
Distorted are the tears