She is so fragile.
Skin crinkled
Over fractured bones,
Crumbs sprinkled
'Round her mouth,
Open in a somewhat speech.
Words that make
No sense.
Speaking to no one,
She suffers under
The capability
Of her rotting mind.
Her feet take notice
Of the long days
She has spent,
Outside in the field.
But now she sits
And doesn't move an inch.
Light hits her eyes,
But still she cannot see
What we want her to,
What she should
Be able to,
Even now.
It is not fair,
To take away her abilities,
Her love,
And replace them
With nothing.
She is breaking,
And we know.
But there is nothing left to do.
