There was nothing left inside .
No dreams, no compromise.
It was all over .
Sages of broken promises.
Down from the mountains,
lost in the rough country .
Hoping for answers to questions
that have no answers .
Beneath a handsome , lonely old tree
she couldn’t quite kill him
but , she died a little herself .
Fear was stuck so deep
in her heart ,
it could not be dislodged.
How to move her anger
past her fear .
He kept her from something
she knew was her pride .
Sowing seeds of despair .
Crying tears of regret .
So tied up but , she can’t quite
cut the rope .
In love she trusts ,
driftwood ,
deadwood ,
broken branches of
damaged comfort .
Desolate darkness prevails .
Black widow answers
to the cinch of the rope .
From another lifetime
inside a clock that
leaks the future .
There is a language
in the mountains
that is calling her home .