sequestered in the valley of death,
her mind does flow,
listed in the clear blue waters
nothing will ever grow in her mind.
hate of who she is,
distaste for the world around her,
darkness swells in her breast,
love has not found the humble being that she is.
twisted in the ebony nights,
crying for all to see,
something breaks inside,
and now won't let her be.
pain unfolds in a way that was unknown,
time folds inward to hold itself is oblivion,
mindless of the world around
she cries out in pain.
love came to her once
now is gone,
happiness bloomed in her once,
now it too is gone.
she cries out to the space beyond
"this is the last day,
tomorrow I will be no more"
and so here shuts the empty door.
Adding your comment:
but a good poem....
