As dark as day her mind can’t take it anymore.
Innerly impaired by open wounds she believed had cured.
Summoning poetic clouds, she laced deeper into her own veins.
Glowing in the darkness of her mind the heart decides it can’t anymore.
Thick and bright red, beautiful rain drops grace the ground,
A stellar performance
The movie set against the backdrop of her pain.
She calls it poetry.
Because what better personifies the word than versed melancholy.
Cheering the storm on, the winds are strengthening
Some would say it’s just her breaths getting shorter,
Still and darkly opened, promising never to see again
The sun; her eye showers the world with waters of joy and more.
She needed more,
To know, to be, to live – more
Cementing herself in a world of the unknown, they call her No More.
“She’s no more,” – that’s what the Drs said.
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