So she sits with fists full of resentments,

and a half empty glass of wine.

Where has the time gone? Pages

scrawled mercilessly upon…but

nothing helps.

She was a dreamer; beautiful when

indulgence took place.

But bitterness has caught up

to those who breached immaculate…

Her spirit is fading with every page,

line, and letter.

What was once her salvation,

will claim her life.