Light
She was innate with a light that not one could deny,
unending grin on her face and a twinkle in her eye.
A picturesque spirit, full of laughter and joy,
beloved, endearing - her shine could not be destroyed.
Though time had elapsed and the light, it did dim,
she refused to surrender or to be chagrined.
She careened every forward, through each tribulation
until encountering a demon of pure manipulation.
He latched on so tight she felt herself sink,
soon her demon controlled the very way she could think!
Her light swiftly vanished, the darkness moved in
she was no longer sweet, nor genuine.
The twinkle had ceased, her eyes grew black
the laughter was silenced, her soul had collapsed.
She lived day by day as a vacuous shell,
as nobody knew the sorrow that befell.
Until one eve, her demon at it's worst,
there was no turning back, she was fully immersed.
No longer the bright, joyful child she knew
she was dark, malevolent now, completely imbued.
No more could she quell or try to fight,
so she picked up the gun and shut off her own light.
Copyright © Lauren Zubritsky | Year Posted 2015
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