What was once young Is now but aged and old What was once seen as beautiful Is now but a crone Where did It all go?
Did it disappear with my hair? Did it go over there? Searching blind I go nowhere
I sit torn between sheets All bent at the knees I stare at what I believe is The Christmas wreath Drinking is but a pleasantry
I say goodnight to the Ghost of my past while Lighting the candle wax
I curse at the world so crass While I think of that trash
He left me for dead All buried in sorrows covered In red
Now I will haunt him like the Living dead and cause him True dread
This is a poetry piece about a wife who was left by her husband after he got into an accident with her years ago that led to her becoming blind. this story is looked at from the women's aged perspective and the hatred that never died out, unyielding flame.