The Crying Woman

Based on "La Llorona" legend from South America. This is the first poem I've written since I was, like, 10. ^_^

She thought his love would be hers

In exchange for her childrens’ lives

Her sweet little ones’ deaths only incurs

A Hellbound eternity of soulless drive

 

She now takes the ones caught exploring

Too far from their mothers’ watchful eyes

But nothing stills the frantic imploring

Of her begging babies’ last garbled cries

 

She tries to drown them out with her own

Though she wishes to drown herself instead

And should a child wander alone

And hear her wailing far ahead

 

He knows, to his sadness and despair

That he will never see tomorrow

For she’s at his side, and now he must share

The Crying Woman’s endless sorrow