Unspeakable Things
She walks alone, her head hung down.
One foot in front of the other
Her clothes mismatched, Her hair unkempt
She used to be a mother
She wanders past the lighted windows
Each house just like another
To her they may as well be stars
Or the long lost memory of a lover
At home the letters pile unopened
On the floor where her children played
She no longer cares to read them
The news is all the same
Where once was pride and love and hope
There is now just simply nothing
Behind the windows she can feel
the life that she's had taken
Is going on without her while
She wanders life forsaken
She has no tears or vain self pity
No feelings left to waken
She simply laughs at irony
For all the world is breaking
Vincent J Wight 15th April 2014