Hanging on with bleeding fingers
gripping tight to
what is lost,
Desperation in her whimpers
time is frozen
bitter frost.
Conscious fact without connection
she’s not coping
very well,
Ignorance is her protection,
reflection lost
tricky spell.
Wrapped in bondage of denial
heart beats bleeding
truth unheard
She hasn’t blinked in quite awhile
waiting for his
written word.
What she kept the most protected
in a little
heart shaped box,
Was a gift that he rejected
spinning her in
brutal shock.
So she sits in white and waiting
for a doctors
word to go,
Her reality is fading
what she's done she
doesn’t know.
Temporary insanity….
still she can not
understand,
Her love for him will never be
for his blood is
on her hands.
Honorable mention
Gold trophy winner
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