Choked, half desperate weeping
from within a heart still half sleeping.
What are tears if not for keeping,
where no solace
is to be found?
Smouldering, burning awakening,
from within a soul left churning.
What is life but a yearning,
where no recourse
can be found?
Sad eyes, flickering, dimming
from endless drowning never swimming.
What is her life but simmering
without a flame
to be found?