Her world of contempt

Weariness is windswept
washed out with worrisome
Lamentations of lifelessness
stuck in a rut of humdrum
Absolute exhaustion
wearing a heavy aching heart
So scared of socializing 
alas from fear of falling apart

Withered like the wilted leaves 
decayed amidst dampened earth
Her spiritualistic soul grieves
from the massacre of it’s mirth
No light at the end of a tunnel 
can her vision foresee
Alas she has given up the ghost wholeheartedly

Deafened from the doldrums
and blinded by the lights
Her eyes trace the coldness beyond any Mother Nature delights
As time ticks heavily with each and every chime of the clock
She sinks deeper into the depths 
within an agonizing stumbling block

A Mindfulness is mourning it has no room for compassion
As she sits in her somber, solitude fashion
Bedraggled and broken-down
unsightly unkempt
refusing wise advice betwixt her world of contempt