Child asleep on broken bed of dreams
Beside a curtained wall of ruined hope it seems
Such innocence that once ran through her weary head
In ageing pain has now but fled.
Her stolen hair forlorn and grey
Fills hopeful yearnings for a further day
But her body aches & though in love it finds
A soothing tension due to another’s mind
She’s yet but huddled up in child-like pose
With her naked body stripped of clothes
& yes, it seems so simple to burn one’s eyes
When her last golden breath arcs, a-rise
& so as the worn out girl takes her last
Her once loved soul does come to pass.