Behind the Words
Laying there tranquil not a sound.
They prepared a hole in the cold ground.
Silken adorned open casket silently still.
Little kids tiptoed trying to get a better view.
Solemn priest rattled off a rosary.
Hoping prayer would help her misery.
Her pain in this world is not at all.
Ended the day her dad got the call.
Don’t sob for her and pet her blonde hair.
Nor Touch her face. She’s no longer there.
No longer does her heart feel sorrow.
Didn't believe in the hope of tomorrow.
Poems eloquently stated her agonizing plight.
Readers didn’t know the depth of her fight.
Frustrated life was typed on the keyboard.
No longer wanted to put her faith in the Lord.
Next time you read a dark poem of hers.
Look deeply into her bizarre words.
She wasn't acting, her world was chaotic.
Her angel of death, a jar of narcotics.
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