She sauntered into the station
Confused, walking to and fro, no direction
Felt the force of her walk
And heard the ceaseless people talk.
Can she be forgiven for this transgression?
Even if she'd shared her candid confession?
And wept the vagueness of her pained yelp
No one tendered her any help.
She's been cut away from this immorality
Ostracized, a menace to society
Chastised for an unchaste behaviour
No one could ever save her.
A mother, a wife, a mistress, a flawed woman
She's not perfect; she's only human
Hopelessly in search for identity
Has gone astray of this vulgarity.
She groaned a soft moan of despair
" Lord forgive me", bid me death, I dare"
She took her last breath and flight
Through the calmness of the night.
Leah Cabael Yodico