Consumed

Never fully at ease

Postulated by time

Unable to please

No longer in her prime

She stares through lenses

Smeared by fate's hand

Her heart bleeding ashes

Not able to understand

Clutching onto a life

Only imagined in dreams

Believing she was a good wife

Led by deceiving daydreams

Cut-off from reality

In angst she cries out

Contorting an inept plea

Left haunted in doubt
Unable to care no more
Morphing into darkness.

Edwin James

...