[ One Hundred Years of Solitude ]

One Hundred Years of Solitude

She lay among the primroses,
She, your former life, exists
She remains in that room you built
Oh do you remember that room you built?
She, your former life does dwell
Clayed in where darkness slowly swells
She has forgotten what is joy
You took from her that, to you a toy
In luck, she sees a crack of light
In shock gazes on your new delight
The sins that you now indulge in
For each she earns another prick
Another primrose into bloom
Before she dies, unlock her soon
Her life within your dying heart
Keeps you from falling fast apart
Slipping into endless pain
Caused by sins of yesterday
She watches, knows-your other half
She listens to your dark’ning laugh
Clutching in her arms, she holds
Another hope, for you, primrose.