Her Mind Wandered, But Poetry Kept Her Grounded.

Internal Battle

Death knocks fiercely
on her worn out door.
She won't give up
without a ruthless war.

She'll fight dauntlessly
to the death,
until her last
unstable breath.

Death awaits patiently
with a demonic grin;
she is unconditionally
determined to win.

Every echoing beat
her heart makes,
her existence
becomes so faint.

Death stares at her
with wanting eyes
as she holds back
her muted cries.

Clinging to life helplessly,
she begins to wonder
why death has chosen her
over the others.