Exiled

 

 

 

Cast out

like so much refuse,

scattered around,

meant to be crushed

under foot.

 

Forced at last

to flee for her life,

exiled from all

that she loves

and holds dear.

 

With no hope

of return soon,

if at all,

she settles in

her cave of despair

 

The exile stares

into the hole

called oblivion

and sees no bottom

only the end.