Stolen by Death

And fall down her face are silent tears,
Pain showing thats been locked for years,
Spilling down her cheeks like a river flowing,
An unimaginable grasp of not knowing.

Silently she's looked and stared,
Dwelling on many thoughts unshared,
But glowing smiles to others she shows,
As inside her unhappiness grows.

For IT has graced her with its presence,
Leaving an undeniable absence,
It tortures her soul, slowly breaking her heart,
Pulling her whole world apart.

For HE was her pillar of strength,
But IT went to any length,
To ensure a life of unhappiness and despair,
A cold finality to declare.

When the rythmic beeping all but went silent,
There she was, feeling defiant,
IT would never steal another away,
As she knelt by the place where HE peacefully lay.

© Christie 2006