The Grim Weeper

The throes of lost love cleaving to her heart
Vivid memories,now a mere vestige of the past
The butterflies and verdant meadows
not appreciated for their beauty, shadowed.

The evanescent peace in sleep she finds is ruined by a nightmare,
Tears glisten in her eyes, she knows life's beyond repair. `
She's got work to do, she desperately tries
but vagrant thoughts besiege her, she cries.

She fakes happiness, her visage belies her true feelings
She lives only for the world, forgets she's a human being
Numbness overcomes her with an unbridled force
She doesn't know where to turn, there's no recourse.

Does she have a choice? She comes to terms with reality
She doesn't learn to move on, but she no longer believes in serendipity.
She settles into monotony, life has lost the need for answers.`
Her art, her dance,her life, her love -These things just don't matter.

She knows she's strong enough to pull through this
but does she want to try? For once she's remiss.
She craves for the comfort in laughter, in tears
that she once shared with someone who allayed her fears

Someone she trusted to stay by her side, carry her
through the darkest of times to a life together;
How wrong she was! misled by her own illusions
believing not, in life's evil collusions.

She must rise, and she will
for the next hit will be harder still
Even if she denies it, she'll slowly regain
her love for life- after all,it's familiar terrain.

She may now seem like a grim weeper
but how true! Time is the real healer
She'll soon enough beat the pheonix,
for there are many more problems to fix!