Her seconds are minutes, are
hours prolonged
Searing cold caressing her nights,
dreamless on edge
Chilling warmth as her days
slowly passed
Centurion months compressing her
spirit’s age
She dares not move her lifeless
limbs
The spreading numbness a welcomed
sensation
Unceasing screaming ceased, warily
suppressed
An ending (please God) a much awaited
vocation
Gone are the laughter, the
smiles, the giggles
Moments long taken flight from
the life she knows
Memories unadorned and estranged
emotions
Leaving her a husk, a being, a
life soulless
She knows that she should hate
Develop an enmity withhold a rage
For a life forsaken, a future
damaged
Of broken promises, of trusts
ravaged
Yet she longs for loves' return
Of calming influence, of needs
unspoken
Of hugs, kisses, and spontaneous
affections
An ending (please God) a closure yearns
Please God, let it be her swan
song, this closure she earns..
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