At bed clothes.
of hope, life,
What once was upright, beautiful –
pillar of society –
reduced, defeated upon her
pillow of death.
Amidst her laboured rise to the
pinnacle of career, perhaps she
paused, lamented the
passing of routine to
uphold the greater good?
They say they called –
a distant ring –
dull echoes to mark her
envelop tears and
ignore their threats and
soldier on – steadfast, strong-willed –
perhaps she’ll change
Three rings herald the hope of death.
Three shots mark the death of hope.
Carolyn writes poetry and fiction and blogs at http://wimpywriter.com/. She has just finished the first draft of a novel and is slowly recovering. Next time she will write an uplifting tale with a joyous ending.