Lost Reflections
Yesterday she lay,
Her blood pooled,
Staining her long beautiful hair.
There on the bathroom floor
Her final port of call,
Her neck sliced, knife still in hand.
They found her today,
Just a little too late
A murky fog has darkened her eyes.
Heart and soul drained,
Her essence has left its vessel,
One final time.
Her cries whispered in darkness,
The pain was too much,
She ended her suffering.
They say she was just sixteen,
Tortured and tormented so young,
Silently screaming within lost reflections.
Sometimes, just a faint glimpse is caught,
Captured deeply within, shadowed by mirrors,
Highlighting a struggling soul, searching freedom.
God take your child home please,
Set her free,
Rest in peace they say.
©
Steve Gillespie