Gone

by Gabe Reed

Ever know the kindest soul

Filled with light unto the seams

But her kind light others stole

Leaving her with darkened dreams

Ever seen her double fold

Pained and crumpled by the weight 

From the worries others told

So worried of their own fate

Just a tired burnt-out shell

Is all that she has come to be 

Left in a personal hell

Problems all that she can see 

She won’t stop until her death

But she walks towards it’s cold clasp

Every problem every breath 

Until it’s life she tries to grasp

But it’s gone.