A temple of loneliness and desperation
Self absorbed and consumed by frustration
Trying to patch the hole in her chest
Deep sorrow of having an empty nest
The sadness diluted by watered down drinks
Her consent devolved to mere silence and winks
If not tonight, then maybe tomorrow
A quest for a cure to this festering sorrow
Original poetry by @beercake
Photo by Alexander Popov on Unsplash
