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Wandering the streets without hope

Wondering why her life has turned out his way

Why? She asks. Am I important to this world?

She wonders what she offers. Is there any talent at all in me?

She passes by old friends who are making it big in this world

But she, she who thought she was a pretty decent human,

She noticed everyone around her, accepted into society

It’s just her, by herself, feeling rejected because

She has nothing to offer

She’s just not good enough

“People who think they

have your best

interest at heart”

They say they love you,

They say they care for you,

But when you need their advice,

Are they even there?

When you try to explain

Something important,

The Parents just nod their heads.

When you want your

Opinion exposed,

The Parents just say,

“A child? With an opinion?”

And they just laugh it off.

The Parents are the ones who

Bring you into this world.

The Parents are the ones who

Make you leave…

Curious about the secretive lady,

He makes his move

And recycles his charm.

She tries to reply

Without giving too much away

But that killer smile wants much more.

She knows she’s a puzzle,

Difficult to piece together.

She laughs in the back of her mind,

Knowing he won’t get very far.

But she gave him a few words of advice…

“Don’t ask questions.

Just look into my eyes

And you’ll know what I am”

He comes along

Completely unexpected

He tries to make himself at home….

….this is clearly not his home

He tries to make us laugh

But I don’t crack a smile

He interrupts our routine

But it’s not a problem for the rest of the family

He says he lost his job

He says he’s depressed

But he’s as happy as can be

Is it wrong for me to say

That things would be better if he left?

But isn’t it wrong for one

To come along unexpectedly?

A few days had passed by. Magdalena was at work, but Henry was still in bed. He hadn’t gone to work since his mother passed. He laid in his bed for days, not getting up. Every time Magdalena would come home he would just be sleeping. She would gently ask him if he would want something to eat. No response. She would ask if she could do anything for him. No response. Magdalena was generally a patient person and she understood that this was Henry’s time to grieve. Henry should have been prepared for his mother’s death, though; he and Magdalena received the prognosis months before, so her death wasn’t out of the blue.

This time when Magdalena came home, she had a plan in mind. She would try to convince Henry to go out on a walk with her. Henry loved the outdoors, so she thought it would be a suitable time to ask him. She entered their room and found Henry in the same position as she left him in the morning: sleeping, but with a blanket covering most of his body, his hand covering his face. She took off her shoes and sat on the bed where Henry was laying. She placed her body gently towards his.

“Henry, sweetie, why don’t we go out today? It’s gorgeous outside. I know how you love it when the weather is beautiful”

No response. As usual. She picked herself off the bed and went to the window. She opened the shades.

“See, Henry? Isn’t it beautiful outside today? The trees are breathing and the sun is glowing”

Suddenly, Henry opened his cold eyes and gave her a deadly stare,

“Close the blinds,” he snapped at her. He then shut his eyes.

It was the first thing he had said to her since his mother died.

Magdalena immediately closed the blinds. She walked towards and got down on both knees. Caressing his face, she told him:

“I’m trying my best. I don’t know what else I can do for you. The world is waiting for you. Don’t leave now”

No response. She knew, she just had to realize that she was really losing him.

She slowly opened her eyes

But she didn’t move… She couldn’t move

All that happened to her came crushing down on her soul

She wasn’t ready to heal

Because she knew it wasn’t the end of her struggle

Days, weeks, months

Still she stays motionless

She talks, she tries to smile, to laugh, but its not real

Her heart was changing

Dying it was before her eyes

She wanted to scream, to cry, to pull her hair out

But she couldn’t

Whatever she did to try to get their attention

It wouldn’t matter

She had wounds that couldn’t be saved

The sun casts its great rays upon the lake

Its radiance and beauty fills the soul

The nourishment makes the tired plants wake

From their lifeless slumber they set their goal

To flourish like a newborn infant calf

When its weak bones become upright and strong

You could hear the storm’s distant insane laugh

As it comes near the sun to stay for long

The storm’s army hovered over the life

To bring them Death and Hell forever more

As the scythe cuts through the air like a knife

Sending raw chills down to the final core

As the creatures take in their silent breath

They smell the reeking, creeping stench of Death.