The Old Woman

She dropped to her knees

As she stepped to the altar

A solitary tear

Was all she had to offer

She gathered her troubles

And collected her woes

Laid them upon the altar

And bared her soul

Alone in self-imposed

Solitary confinement

She wiles away the hours

Hiding behind her mask

Conferring with

Ghosts from the past

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