Good Mourning Dear
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I’min mourning
For someone dear
Has been missing
For a while, I fear.
I didn’t even know she was leaving
I thought she was fine,
But looks are deceiving.
I saw her in the mirror,
And I saw her at the Lake,
But something was wrong.
Something was fake.
She wasn’t herself.
The old her had left,
Feeling broken and bruised,
Alone and Bereft.
How easy it was
For her to Fade,
To rip apart
The life she’d made.
To change completely
For someone else’s sake.
The pressure was immense,
Too much to take.
So she started down
A slippery Slope
Hoping it
Would help her cope.
But instead,
The slope felt steeper;
She dug her hole
Deeper and deeper.
Until finally,
She couldn’t climb out.
She tried to yell.
She tried to shout.
But by then,
It was too late.
She knew well
Her inevitable fate.
And now that she’s gone,
I don’t think she’ll be back.
The yearning, she has,
The ability she lacks.
Like a used book,
With a broken spine
Damaged inside,
No page fine.
Now she wanders
From shelf to shelf-
A shadow of
Her former self.
