Empty
She wanders through
familiar streets
empty.
Children's laughter
once vibrant
echoes hollow
in the silence.
Her hands trace
shells of
past pleasure
as she walks
by
homes, shops
now shapeless haunts.
Turns quickly
at sudden noise
only wind blown debris
clanging.
Resumes penance
walk
hungry for days of old
remembering precious
things,
lost
captured by
her transgressions.
Psalm 37:2: "for they will soon fade like the grass, and wither like the green herb."
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