On The Lonesome String, She Sat Crying. Poem by Jethro Kisakye Mark

On a lonesome string, she sat crying
Silent screams in her empty soul
A lonely soul lost in a loveless place,
A lonely heartbeat lost in a loveless crowd.

She is but a lonely wanderer in a desolate, dark land
She is shrouded in a mourning veiled so dark
So lost in yesterdays that she forgets about tomorrow
But her beauty, even in great grief, thrives so readily.

Like Shakespeare's tragic heroes, she's fallen, lost and low
A victim of the whims of fate, a pawn in life's cruel show
Oh, cruel fate that steals our joy and leaves the pain
Oh, bitter bliss of memories, both sweet and sore.

With no one to hold her hand and gently comfort her,
With regrets and thoughts of what could have been,
On a hazy evening as the day retired
Haifah sat, on a string, lonely and crying.

Jethro Kisakye Mark.