Everything now is so sad,
one crazed women alone in the house.
A house without window's or doors,
a house made of stone filled with Bar's.
Hidden there, still is lost love in the walls,
once covered in mold, breathing now.
The rose garden that I once planted has died,
steamy, moist, hot and wet,
I have said that it died, are you deaf?
I chased a dream, you chased your fluid eye's blurred,
now sad are your dream's and lost on a swing.
Others, to many to count, have split the rails,
broken window's, sheet's for drapes, she cannot hide
from the stench, all the pain still alive.
Now all is lost to this women alone, who won't die.
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So sad! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.