Her dillusioned world.

My world has stopped turning
Life short of breath
Mind in a lifeless space
Hiding from a prominent death

The choice she was given
To stay or to go
A decision so truth hidden
Which was right, she could not know

Through her blinded eyes
The windows to her soul
She made a clouded decision
That brought her terror and all in toll.

What was she to know?
How was she to see?
That this one little mistake
Is all it had to be.

To spark a fire of hate
Now burning bright and strong
Clouds of delusional hate
Fog reasoning’s of right and wrong.

A blow to her face
A kick from behind
Nothing compared to the pain
She feels in her mind.