She thought she could conceal
Her existence being real
and behind pen and melody
Creep into transparency.
That somehow in this room
She'd build herself a tomb
And in the dirt plant a rose
One which will never grow.
In a box was her will
to pour into until
All her breath ran dry
and she'd promised not to cry.
Above water she fought to survive
Yet now is barely alive
Drowning yet not saying a word
She sunk to the bottom unheard.
A sad ending to this story-
I'll let you think it through
Could this dying girl
Be someone next to you?
Could they be treading water
Thinking that you didn't care?
and in the dark oblivion-
Were you ever there?
Terri Koltes
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