Last Days
Dark was the world beneath her eyelids
Or at least to us that’s how it seemed
As her mind became a vacuum whilst she dreamed
Old times became the lady’s only friend
Remembered places crumbled incomplete
Where she wandered in her thoughts
On stronger youthful feet
Forgotten childhood memories
Drowned away the tears
Took her back to look upon
All her yesteryears
Each day appeared in colour
A transparent hazed display
White light lit the shadows
Shone through the shades of grey
Waiting in dead silence
We counted every tired breath
Reaching out with trembling hands
She seemed to welcome death
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