Her wings smashed
laying still on the surface…
Like a corpse waiting for the vault.
Weakened and sad,
Her mind filled with discomfort.
Her life so chaotic.
Very messy,
Her skin was dry and pale…
Her complexion greys dark.
Unrecognisable she was!!!
Her life was screwed up…
Her promising hopes perished.
She was breathing for living,
Yet, her mind was miles away from this existence.
She was half dead and half alive…
With only one prayer to ease her burden.
“God, please take my life.”
Yet, her devotions were not answered.
I saw her with my naked eyes!!
Squatting there…
In an open ground like a lost sheep.
Moaning, a silent cry.
Falsifying to be okay in front of us.
Her reality was way different.
She was dying from internal bleeding.
Her heart was shattered, very broken.
She was lying there all by herself.
Weeping in pain,
With too much suffering roaming around her psyche.
With no one to attend, her heartache.
The worst thing ever,
Experiencing pain solitary,
I could imagine her wound.
Yet I can’t feel either relate to her grief,
But I could see from her eyes
I could notice from a distance
I sympathise with her,
For I noticed she was going through a lot.
Yet, I just stared…
For nothing, I could offer to assist the poor soul.
I looked at her,
As she was lying there,
On the dusty ground
Powerless!!!!
Helpless!!!
Hopeless.
She was resting there motionless,
With no sign of hope on her face.
Her mind was intoxicated with thoughts,
Ideas of suicide and consuming poison,
That was the belief of her permanent relief.
The world was now an evil place for her to be.
She yearned for much better,
She wished to free herself from the burden of life.
What was consuming her?
That I can’t tell,
I have no clue about her hardships,
But seeing from a distance, I could tell that she was slowly disappearing.
She was drowning in her pool of tears,
Sentenced to death hardships,
She never shared her pain,
She endured all the trauma by herself.
She was just a solo broken butterfly.