Foredoom
Her life was dwarfed, and wed to blight, Her very days were shades of night, Her every dream was born entombed. Her soul, a bud, — that never bloomed.
Georgia Douglas Johnson
Her life was dwarfed, and wed to blight, Her very days were shades of night, Her every dream was born entombed. Her soul, a bud, — that never bloomed.
A woman’s entire existence is described as stunted from the start. Her life is “dwarfed” and “wed to blight,” meaning she is bound to suffering and decay as if by marriage. Even her days feel like “shades of night,” so there is no relief or light.
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