The sound of her tears
toned down as hours went.
The only blairing noise left
was the bizaare beating of her heart.
A quantum of prick bleeds
in every inhale she takes;
Remiscing the precious times
She was cherished and respected.
Without a single spect of light
Her weary eyes were covered with mist,
shut in a moment-opened-and closed again,
trying to disparage the pain within.
In a moment,helpless was she;
wounded by the wild wind of detachment.
Her courage and self-worth were gone.
They left her there alone.
Atop her bed with an empty string;
tied to her bloodless hand.
She tried to catch herself back,
but it was gone...with time.
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