She once was here,
once lived and sang
strung words in lines
of fine declaration
of truth--
with dirtied drying scabs
dabbed in knowing's oil.
And how her lonesome voice
was raised,
perfectly praising
each foot as it climbed
to lend her sight
and cherished heart
to hunger and echoed existence
and plight pleaded sore
in core of care,
in each pause that gave cause
for concern.
Idle chit-chat passed with ease
by busy ears too full to refill
and fear was soon so gently allayed
and tears were wiped
from ashen cheeks
to restore all strength inside.
Kind eyes seldom searched
horizon's hurt harms
to harness relief in feelings feigned
and honesty reigned
upon palette's plate-
fating falsity's freedoms,
bleached by belief.
Soft fingers stretched
to linger awhile
in smiles
and sorrow
and poetry
yet bonds broke
to breathe weary
in woe's whitened sigh
'til eyes could weep no more...
And so she sat
some distance away-
a mere mirage
in thought tunnels of dismay
as fingers failed upon ivory flames
and names diminished
in yesterday's hush.
No more to rush
to aid and call
no verbiage voiced with desire,
no fires of fortune
fit to burst
just simple ashes from her funeral pyre.
And so she flew from those
she knew
to ascend such greater heights;
no fight for fairness
in silence sought
from needs and deeds
of low weighted worth,
just solitude brought
from comfort's caress,
to be swept in ebony's velvet hues
accompanied by her soul.
Adding your comment:
I too have felt similar to this of late. 
