Pain that memory Brings

The black and white photograph 
    Remains a harsh memory of time
Oh the pain her soul is in
The shoes she wears makes her feet 
    swell 
Why has life turned a dark shoulder 
    to her
At the winter gloomy Beach,
    life Become a Reality
pouring the Bitter Retrospection into 
    The heart as wine is poured
    into a chalice
Thoughts come like the Nocturne
    of the siren
Which promise to be pleasing
    But ends in acid Death 
Why hadn't  she heeded the warnings 
    of her mind
It may have saved the torturous 
    end the skirmish made. 
Oatmeal thick condemnation. 
    Burdened her Being
There was nothing left to do, 
But lay down and let the poisonous 
    demise reign