You can see a lovelessness
of not loving
and not being loved
etched into her eyes,
pouring through her skin.
She leaves a loveless imprint
-her only lasting memory-
it eats away the grass.
Her eyes have been quite aged
from the time when they would shine,
but her children
they have come and gone;
and gone with a resounding noise,
leaving only their echoes
that pronounce themselves within her smile
that is so razor thin.
The sky began to cloud,
and distantly she rose
leaving just a loveless echo
that festered in the grass |
Submission Name: Loveless
