She walked along the great sea-shore
Of Life with head bowed low in shame
And wished that she could once again
Recall the pleasure of your name.
But all was dark and black as night
And waves smashed hard against the shore
As with bated breath she heard
The soft click of a closing door.
It sounded like a tomb had shut
So quietly that few could hear
The last slow labored breaths of pain
Before the heart beats disappear.
Like a person dazed with pain
And weary with the weight of care,
She raised her eyes of agony
To clutch the emptiness of air.
You raised your hand with unconcern
And with one thrust the death-blow fell.
For her it was a living death!
Her soul drew back within it’s shell.