Woman In Lace
About a person spiraling down in despair…
In my hand is what I hold so dear
All around me I see people in fear
A man about to strike them
He has broken something they can’t mend
He has broken skin and shattered bones
All through the cells I hear people moan
Slowly I turn over the object in my palm
As I stare at a small photograph of my mom
Slowly tears stream down my face
In my thoughts I see that women in lace
Wanting to end this life
Wanting to leave all this strife
I spy a needle lying across the floor
I slowly slit my wrist but I wanted more
Slowly I grew greedy
I knew I was getting to needy
I saw my Mother beckon to me
My life was my one last fee
All around me I see people in fear
A man about to strike them
He has broken something they can’t mend
He has broken skin and shattered bones
All through the cells I hear people moan
Slowly I turn over the object in my palm
As I stare at a small photograph of my mom
Slowly tears stream down my face
In my thoughts I see that women in lace
Wanting to end this life
Wanting to leave all this strife
I spy a needle lying across the floor
I slowly slit my wrist but I wanted more
Slowly I grew greedy
I knew I was getting to needy
I saw my Mother beckon to me
My life was my one last fee
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