these last days
traces of a past
linger amid the vast
and empty nothingness of her face
lines etched through laughter
leaving little or no trace
of the unwilling smiles of youth
no hand held banner
of fights which points are now moot
of yesterday fleeting
and not a moment to hold down
heart still beating
and dispelling the long thought out frown
none of the past as good as the flow
gave solace from the hollowness within
only smiles from within seeking to grow
bringing with it the bitter-sweet memories
of times spent before the trees
she had taken so much from life
and she should be smiling away now
but for the contrast of the slow last days of her life.
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