All Gone
life spins rapidly by.
she wonders, why she's able not to cry.
have her tears dried out?
has she gone numb from the doubt?
she tries to pull herself out,
but she now has nothing she can't live without.
she stares ever so blankly from the fifth floor,
wondering is there anything left to adore?
she given up hope,
she is no more.
sadly now, she's nothing more,
then a cut up body lying on the floor.
Copyright © Jasmine Turner | Year Posted 2011
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