I
can smell the depths of the past
Leaking
all over like a junkie smoking crack
The
sweat of the night just rearing its head
I
was told there weren’t any warning signs
So
why is she dead?
That
this is how it is
But
if you really listened to hear
You
would’ve heard her cries
Maybe
we could see the reality through her crooked lies
She
was desperate
Her
mind a tangled place of insane
Her
body a glistening realm
But
no one knew she was at a loss with no gain
Since
she didn’t wear woe on her face
There
was no way to explain
That
the meeting of the minds
Wasn’t
really a game plan
Now
her body hugs the floor
Life
now invisible
No
place like home
But
I can’t grasp the principle
How
does this happen?
Who
is to blame?
A
woman with promise
But
no one knew her name
4
siblings
3
kids
2
loves
1
result
I
loved her more than life
There
is no doubt about that
I
couldn’t save her though
That’s
a blunt fact
13
years later, I still feel the numbness
Cookie
crumb trail of the dark abyss
Her
kids have kids
Does
she know what she has missed?
Sadness
took her life
What
do you know about this?
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