Faulkner's The House: Filled With Grief

The house is dark and cold,
Filled with despair.

Sitting alone in her regrets,
No one hears her sobs.

She silently screams for help,
But no one comes.

The past has caught up to her,
Overtaking her because she can no longer run faster.

Now she is alone with her grief,
Her despair,
Her regrets,
Her sorrow,
Her self,
Her life.

The life she created,
Or…, is this what I am