By Stephanie Bermudez-Cruz
She dug herself a pit of sadness with no escape
But she realized much too late.
She clawed at the muddy walls
Suffering many great falls.
Then it dawned on her:
I’m here to stay.
No one. Will come for me. Today.
So, she called for help tomorrow
As she waited the night before in sorrow
Feeling so inhuman, so hollow;
She had no time to borrow.
Her soft voice called out
It was barely a small shout.
No one heard. No one turned.
She balled herself up feeling burned.
Her sad song:
My life is gone.
Everything went wrong.
But the lyrics were no more
Because there was nothing at her core.
So, the silence grew as she fell harder
She was in deep, no longer a martyr
For her own salvation
She was waiting for her cremation.