A Heart In The Abyss
Her tears of torment are unveiled By a blue moon that shines through an open window. Her wistful glare at an old photo of late her son And her sunken swollen eyes, Are gates to netherworld. Looped in flashes of the old She wails in distraught of desolation She squalls to the devil in a coarse voice. Perhaps she is heard, saved and sanctified.