The Mourning Lady Poem by Emmanuel Isuku

The Mourning Lady



In that dead silence she lays,
Swinging her hands drowsily, so tipsy
By the wine of life's unpleasant sting....
Her eyes soaked in ruddy tears....
Catching a vague glimpse at the sun -
That jinxed sun,
As it falls into its western vale of rest.

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