The Widower's Bride

The Widower's bride (The story of emotional hardship)

The past has been my plight

It keeps flashing in my head

Like a faulty flashlight

In a dark little shed

I feel shattered

I scream with anxiety

My soul is shredded

Filled with groanings and insanity

I thought I could run

Away from the past

But it pierces me like a thorn

As ugly as my arm in a cast

But I've been a widower

With a burden a emotions

You were a bride in my shower

Enough to give my heart motions

But by gone is by gone

All this memories of torture

I killed the times of being alone

I look forward to the future.