By Chrissie Christian
A crowd slowly amasses at the grave bereaved,
Sobs accompanied by cries of anguish for the name engraved.
If only I could have helped him,” whispers the conscience of every soul.
At a distance, stands the neglected girl yearning,
Craving for the love and affection bestowed upon the lost soul.
Without any warmth or refuge in this cold world,
She finds solace in the quiet unfurled.
The silence eventually dooms her,
As the voices in her head grow stronger-
‘Worthless,’ ‘you are nobody,’ ‘nobody cares.’
Her body, these words conquer.
A scream erupts from her troubled state,
But it is hushed as she resigns to her fate.
No strength left to battle in this world alone,
Her rule, in her own mind, is overthrown.
A single rose is placed before the marked stone.
The crowd disperses, leaving behind the calm and ensuing serenity
Unbeknownst to anyone, the storm inside her rages with ruthless intensity.