She was not built to remain here for long;
Her heart was too fragile, her mind too gone.
Life in rich color, though she could not see;
Grueling, the stretch between each morning dawn.

She loved too deeply and could never bare,
Looming loss she knew would always be there.
Darkness inside her they would surely see;
In time, exhaustion would replace their care.

No blame was upon them, for this she knew,
She was drowning in the exhaustion too.
With that she accepted all fault and blame,
Leaving with love in her heart for the few.

She yearned for rest underneath the barrow,
A place of no worry, strife, or sorrow.
Truth she could face with sadness, yet relief,
To know there will come now no tomorrow.

A place of no worry, strife, or sorrow,
And so there will come now no tomorrow.

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 ❤ Kristin Nicole @ KristinNicolePoetry.com