There is no going on

Soul a mess.

Sunlight brings redness reminders.

Of lastnights dark tears.

Herself untouched, herself still strong.

And thinking of those who are distraut.

Those who swear they cannot stand alone.

They rip her conscious.

And eat her spirit.

Dead spirit, of the years of guidance.

That no one saw as hurting.

That no one knew was killing.

But death by pain results in fear.

Fear of living.

Fear of continuing with out her soul.

With out her life.

And she wishes her worries would abrade.

Leave her empty shell.

And move to another place

A place of pure laughter.

Of thick hearted life.

Where souls are not torn.

And souls do not cry dark tears.