A poem not original
The wind whispers a howl deranged
Her breath slows, its time
A flood of emotions, only artifical
Regrets loom knowing no equal
Soon her mind disappears
Eyes flash open full of fear
Death closes in oh so so near
A silent rustle
Filled with her wordless hums
Why had she given herself up?
She sees things more clear
Than from her fears
The task at hand complete
Her life fading from her feet
She wishes she hadn't
Even though her pain knows equal
She wishes she'd known
To fight for her right
To be unequal
But now its done
She is done
She's gone
In that moment
With tears in tow
She'a left us