She Dies A Little More
Slowly
Ever so slowly
She dies a little more inside
Her dreams
What she hoped
To achieve wastes away
Never
Becoming the
Reality she wishes
Love
Lost and now
Forgotten beneath white ashes
Curiosity
Destroyed
Burned to cinders
Happiness
A fading hope
In a never ending nightmare
Anger
The hot embers
Are the only thing she has now
poem by Autumn Winds
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