Abominable

In all aspects, it was not shameful,
She had given up half her life,
All she got was pain and hatred,
Stolen, scathed and nattered was her love,
He had promised her the moon and the sky,
In her pursuit he had made it abominable,
Now she’s stuck in a wake,
Struck by a wave of guilt, abominable.
She thought of how to face the world,
Of how to get back on track,
She was like a tornado warning,
Waiting to erupt aftet years of dormancy.