Sorrow Of A Widow Poem by Nash lenin Rodriguez

Poor widow, her life is in sorrow
She wants to be in a beam
But she was strike by the gleam
She nosh them, now they grow

She always wanted to burrow
Her fears, pains, and sorrow
She wanted the air surround her with care
Her distress in the winds she share

Some quite nights she clenched her heart so tight
She recalls him flown like a kite
In vain, tear drops washed her feet
Remembering the days when they are sweet

She wanders with thoughts in spear
Her heart groans and moans she hear
Her heart shakes in the depths of the waves
And her voice sinks within the caves