THE VICTIM

Contemplating about her existence and the meaning of her life. She finds no absolute answers. She repeats contemplating over her triviality of her existence. Now she feels her existence might be a sheer waste . . .
Her lonely soul wanders searching for love, how far would she go, she isnt sure, she knew not. She walks through darkness wanting to see light, always night, never a day in her soul. She is lonely even in crowd vowed to be faithful she longs for a place to laydown a weary heart. A field of stone is her home.. Every night her stolen moments hounts her. She feels like a tattered soul lost in a lonely dream, like another girl that he dated before. Like the grave in which bodies are placed. Like a gun that was placed on her head. She feels like a letter that arrived one day too late...

Tears fall, no-one to hear her sounds of despair, no-one to care. Her lonely soul wanders feeling no life-just strife! What used to be full of life is nothing now- JUST A 45 YEAR OLD'S WIFE.

She questions others, they say love him, but there is no more true love-just a duty, lust and self centered egoism and various appetite to satisfy herself. He is her weapon to get her out of isolation..

i wish her no life in her life, no love in her in her life for her life was my life!