Ghost Trapped in glass doors

*I hope some of you understand this poem-It's a little abstract but I'm sure some of you will figure it out.*

Shes old;
Lines crease her forehead and eyes.
Shes frail;
Her bones are brittle and aching.
Shes lonely;
Widowed and has no children.
Shes poor;
No support or income.
She stares;
A nonexistant reflection.
She's dying;
Noone finds her corpse for weeks.
She's trapped;
Her spirit can not move on.
She waits;
Waits to see the relief of the light.
She's disappointed;
It never comes
She stays;
A ghost trapped by glass doors.

*If you DO understand it, please leave a comment so I know if it's worth keeping it posted.Thanks*
Aish
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