The woman of yesterday

Her eyes are a sunken boat of sorrow
she floats across islands leaving life behind
The island echoes her fears
every corner filling her empty space
All seasons look the same
tear dried and beckoning autumn
Shedding life one day at a time
her only remains this wasteland of sorrow
Unearthing her way home
she looks towards the skies
as sun's happiness blinds her and
moon's mystery reveals her
She is the woman of yesterday
in her today and tomorrow
For, history is kept alive
in her wasteland of sorrow.