For Woe And Wrath Poem by Lauren

What a sad, sad song
when a girl cannot love,
when a girl cannot run
to stand beside
a man with her pride.

What a joyless day,
and she cannot complain,
because the love she had
gripped, tightled kept,
had repaid all of their debt.

It's called a lonely meal,
when all the hunger reveals
the missing tear.
While she is bound to faith
To hear tomorrow's yesterday relayed.

So hard for her to work,
when her 'trivial' ambiance lurks
beaneath the fingernails,
that are writing away
her thoughts of today.

She cannot begin to compensate,
for the time she has lacked to create
happiness to be brief,
selfish while around others,
seeking power from another.

Too maddening to speak the truth,
after the day it became abused,
everyone follows the labyrinth
to the graves of those
who speak the truth, we suppose.

No need to hide the tears,
only the blind can see them here,
just too frail
to be a mortal in this world
prominent like a beauty's pearls.

Watch it as it escapes,
her allure and grace,
once rooted and established
so by her lover it would flourish,
but now it is rotten and malnourished.

Her heart was like a dying cancer patient
trying to defeat this death causing agent,
optimism only deferred the truth
to bring a smile for a moment,
begging Him for atonement.

To love is to feel,
but right now to ask her to feel is unreal.
The deal with her protecter was broken,
protected she was not
when love and companionship was all she sought.