On the 7th of May
Seventeen years ago
A child was born
It was sworn
That the child would live
Grow well, and do well
But, alas,
Seventeen years
After the birth of the child
She can be found
With but a faint, dim light
Behind once bright,
And promising eyes...
What became of her?
How did she, this teenager now,
Become so tired, so worn,
On the 7th of May,
When she was supposed to celebrate the day she was born?
It is known, surely so,
But still they scratch their heads,
Still they wonder why, oh why,
She lays awake late into the night
Tears in her dull eyes.

- Jay M
May 9th, 2022