Ensconced within dark & secret womb,
Sent cowl-draped to life, far too soon,
Her sex hidden well behind draping veil,
Unseen, unheard, all her mournful wails.
Mantled in motherhood behind closed doors,
Her silence echoing upon well cleaned
floors,
Wrapped in marriage as obedient good wife,
Unseen, unheard, all her yearning sad
strife.
Then clad in Cronedom, of transparent old
age,
Her presence unwritten, upon pristine white
page,
Entire life used, abused, lived &
almost now gone,
Unseen, unheard, soul lost in voiceless sung
song.
She´s garbed in mists of her last breathed breath,
Her final last walk, through the corridors of
death,
She passed through the barriers of sadness’s
wall,
Unseen, unheard by life, but she had seen &
heard all.
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