The Doldrum

She sat there in silence,

Shedding for no reason.

She’s had enough of all results,

Of swinging back and forth in treason.

She hopes if this was all that she had to get,

In her life, away, drowned in the sunset.

Yet another stuff made her cheeks wet,

With ringing eyes and the warm breath.

If the holy water would wash her off,

Her sins, her guilty soul,

Then there may be a day off trough,

When she could fill up the hole.

She blames no life for what she has,

Now as the only morsel to chase;

Accepting it is the only way,

On her, even the faith’s fate turned its phase.