She woke up cursing the day of her birth,
forced to continue forward with bleeding feet.
She whispered lies with every "I am okay."
to please the shallowness of the so-called kind.
She was a stranger to happiness bleeding through
the walls of her numbness blocking;
O the weariness of her promises,
how it aches when she closes her eyes -
Letting us fall forward into nowhere,
regretting going past descriptions,
Shattered by the disillusioned mourning cries
we forced upon the fading echoes,
as we could do naught but stand by and watch
our Angels crossing the River Styx.
O sister, crave for colours,
reaching past the beauty
of your fingertips tapping goodbyes
on the window into our grief, breaking
the silence in appreciation
of the lonely light that washes over us
from the stars on our sky fading -
Knowing that we too,
will know the coldness
of oblivion.
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Written for Baby Rainbow's club battle challenge
