"The color black is not what it used to be,"

the widow sighs or sings.

Strangers think she is being fashionable

or lazy

Throbbing sounds of silence,

numbness ringing in ear,

the Universe' melodious hum eliminated.

Timeless , tiring time tugging

On the widow's walk

you'll see a light.

On the widow's walk

you'll see a sight.

For with flowing hair

she walks up there

A Widow's Pain

I wake up alone in the morning,
I see sadness in the mirror,
I drink my coffee alone,
I plan my day, but to what

Her heart cries and her soul bleeds

As she sits alone in her widow’s weeds

No one understands her needs

Her cry for