Left alone with thoughts in her head
The recollections running deep
Of things bygone so long ago
That still torment her sleep.
Despite the pills that help her doze
Every night she'll toss and turn;
With beads of sweat across her brow,
The pain inside her burns.
The faces in the dreams she sees
Are now no more than a blur
But the anguish that they portray
Refresh the pain for her.
Somewhat aware that it's not real,
She prays for God to end the night.
The sun to shine upon her face
and wipe away her fright.
But God seems to ignore her plea
And leaves her mind in such a state
Visions of the painful past
Of utter confusion entwined with hate
Alone now and foresaken,
her weary heart can stand no more
a final breath, a shake, then still...
her body motionless upon the floor.