Immortal Widow Poem by Tahj Davis

Tormented and torn her soul weeps
Into her heart hatred slowly creeps
However devout she may seem
She is really devoid of love and full of deceit
It is her niche to be the thorn among the roses
Never to be Holy like the precious sons of Moses
The bright darkness of her gaze
Will turn your feeble mind into a confused maze
Confined to her domain
Surrounded by her magical gates
For the long lost soul of her husband she waits
Tormented at night
She cannot sleep
For she never stops searching for the soul she seeks
But she will never know the true meaning of sleep
For she is a sinner
And she shall forever weep