Last Night A Murder Occurred

Last Night A Murder Occurred 
 When We Met Under The Moon,  
 She Took To Many Thorns Within
 She Could Not Face These Truths  
 So Today When I Awoke  
 She Slept In  
 And The Morning Was More Silent Than It Usually Is 
 Last Night She Killed A Part Of Me
 Today, She Writes My Eulogy  
 She Was Weak  
 She Cried For Days  
 And Asked Please- For Me To Take Her Pain.
 For She Laid Down And Got Up Slow  
 Only Poison Had She To Fight  
 The Weariness Of May’s Melancholic Nights  
 For Three Days She Wasted In The Fields
 She Went In  
 And She Went Out  
 Her Glossy Eyes  
 Grew Dimmer, Still  
 Her Gentle Touch Faded From Me  
 For Too Much Was It To Bear 
 The Weight Of Death Upon Her Flaxen Hair 
 And As The World Around Her Cried 
 And As She Looked At Angels’ Eyes  
 Too Much Grief For Those She Yearned 
 She Lost Her Strength To Carry On  
 No More To Fight  
 No More To Cry 
 She Asked For Me To End Her Life. 
 So, Instead, I Put Her Into Sleep 
 Whether She Should Wake  
 Remains The Mystic’s Metered Mystery  
 When Self Lay Too Weak  
 No Longer Stands  
 The Words From Her Mouth Beg To Fade 
 And So Thus The Pen  
 Taken O’er With Pity 
 Accused To Write Her Misery 
 To Write Lovely Words And  
 To Commemorate Her Sordid Plight  
 Last Night She Killed A Part Of Her
 That The Light Should Fall From Her Eyes  
 Her Blush Pink Cheeks Now The Crimson Tide 
 She Woke In A Body She Did No Longer Know  
 No Longer Weak  
 But Sleepy Still  
 This New Her
 Is Silent In Her Memory  
 Save 
 The Rhymes, Songs, And Odes  
 This New She  
 Recluse  
 That Will Not Speak 
 Hides Her Tears  
 Within Hide  
 Shows Not Her Softness, 
 Nor Her Eyes  
 Here 
 Hides The Girl  
 Asleep For Years  
 Too Sweet The Girl Dragged On The Floor 
 Too Sweet The Girl  
 They Tossed Apart 
 She Cried To The Heavens In Her Pain  
 Too Much Death  
 Too Many Days Of Nights She Wept  
 Her Strength Faded  
 But Not Her Grief 
 She Kept Walking On And On  
 And She Said That She Would End Her Life  
 What Else Could Be Done? 
 But Put Her To Sleep  
 The Pills Meant For Eternity  
 Yes, Last Night A Murder Of Herself  
 Last Night  
 For Mercy  
 And Now Silent She
 Lives On
 Not Quite The Same As When She Begun.   
 When Everyone Was Dying That She Loved And Held So Close  
 When She, Too Soft For Tears  
 Grew Fire In Her Soul  
 And The Fire Burnt Her Hands  
 And She Could Not Stand The Flames  
 And Asked For Cords To Cut  
 To Play The Fates  
 And End Her Ache  
 Instead, The Heavens Pitied Her And Changed Her Form 
 And Resurrected The Most Substantial Part Of Her 
 Some Other Self  
 Whom She Was Never Meant To Be  
 And The Worlds Where Wallowed Deep Within  
 Only A Pen To Conjure Them From Therein 
 And She Squeezed This Foreign Hand Her Own And Told Some Phantom Ghost  
 Sombra 
 Please Don’t Grow Too Bitter  
 And Fire Only Be  
 Keep The Pain Inside 
 And The Fire Is Breathed  
 Let It Burn  
 But Still Love Deep    
 For She Resurrected A Stronger Part Of The Spirit  
 No More To Hurt  
 No More To Cry  
 She Won't Lie Down 
 She Will Not Dilute this Pain With Drugs  
 Bloody Nails And Blackened Veins  
 But Though She Killed Her  
 The Sinner Sweet She Held  
 And That Was The Last Time That Wailed The Pitiful Spirit   
 For She Holds Fast To Her Own Memory 
 The Girl That Died In Quarantine 
 From Too Much Rain. 
 I Go On To Sing Her Songs 
 Amid Her Death. 
 The Musician Died 
 The Physician Lives
 And Writes The Scripts Of Medicine 
 Euthanized For Benevolence. 
 Re-Learning How To Be Again
 Relearning How To Live