Perfect storm

Shards of
Scattered notes
Unsung strains
Peeping sighs

Silhouette of a tear
Silence of a storm
Cryptic sounds
Strum music

Of an aching life
Blotched moments
Soaked in languish
Craving for none

Walking past
Would be a strife
For where will
I see this site

Shroud of a face
Parched eyes
Of all was
Is and will be

No questions
Bend her gaze
No answers
Those eyes delve

Shrugging moments
Like sand
Slipping in and out
Of her hands

Lost her pain
Skimming through
A scorched life
Imprinting her blues

Draped in shrieks
Ringing jangles
Clad in chimes
Barbarous songs

Of a Perfect Storm