Oh, the grief has drained her face and all her energy,
Walks without a smile down the long road towards oblivion,
Her cares are no-cares, for what does she care?
All’s gone;
All lost in the wind,
The wild,wild wind that sweeps them all away
Like leaves on a breeze
Towards the mountain that is Home.
All gone, and just the remainder left behind,
Scudding along.
You’d walk in her shoes but they’re cold,
And so you smile and avert your eyes hastily.
Her oblivion, so yearned for,
Contrasts sharply with your desire for life.
A grief-stricken woman existing day to day
