Story of her life.

She fell to the floor from the haste,

She crumbled up compared to her race.

Soon she’ll be gone, like the others who have tried to of fought the war.

What can one say, well, she couldn’t keep up with the pace.

 

They watched as she fumbled and stumbled with each step,

Searching for an exit in a tunnel that never ends.

Can she ever forgive the man that tossed her soul down? Can she forgive the ones that claimed to be “around” ?

 

She discarded her pain into jars, jars with no frame. What a silly fool to think they could have been held, what a silly fool for tossing them at the man.

Who is she anymore? These people don’t know.

They carry claims but for whatever reason, no shame.

As they toss more into the pit of her life, they’ll come soon to realize that they too,

Have crossed the line.