I Saw How She Died

(This is a poem I created 3 years ago)

A new day for her is an added burden

For she’s no longer the cheerful maiden

She’s there trapped in the old hospital den

Been crying and wailing and waiting since then.

What can I do, I asked myself

And found a book inside a shelf

My mind whispered this could help

Though my luck is merely size of an elf.

With faith I started marching towards her

And landed my feet beside the drawer

Though the room was a complete macabre

I opted to move few inches closer.

She saw me but didn’t appear in her mind

For she’s long left the reality behind

With that I almost run to a rather blind

Than her whom no one wouldn’t give a dime.

I touched her but she did not feel it

Instead she gritted her broken teeth

I was shocked with her sudden rage of heat

She yanked at me without missing a bit.

I’m lost with the sudden commotion

I’m drowned with conflicting emotion

I saw the bible plunged in a slow motion

And saw her execution by a lethal injection.