Broken Vessel

Desolation looks at
mewith the
clarity of knowledge,hands reaching out
palms
turned upwards to the
heavens. Why? is a question
she
refuses to ask,knowing that the
answeris
deeply hiddenand even Justice without her
blindfoldwould speak in riddles.I would lend
her warmthin the dust and ashes of her
existence,but she turns
away,not
begging help or
understanding.Her tears have already
disappearedin the common grave of the
anonymousand I am left with unanswered
love.