My life was lowered into the ground

    My future stayed wrapped around my finger

    I stand in the dirt, dazed and confused, breathing loss

    Greeting a vow


    The light gave way to the cloudy cliché

    My tear basking in its ray

    Being numb is not a feeling

    The moment is mine, am I being greedy?


    The fresh air was her only release

    A remedy for the morning after

    A cleansing of her polluted veins

    The previous evening’s escapades


    I imagine it was only an instant

    A second’s confusion caused a moments destruction

    It was all it took

    Exhaustion her killer


    Struggling to breathe, every bone broken

    Not a single word was spoken

    She exhaled the pollution

    And breathed in life


    Do I understand? Did this happen to me?

    A teenage wife, dying in anarchy

    Vows spoken barely a month ago

    Now I’ll live my lonely life, waiting my turn