She enters her room and closes the door
Then quietly sits on the bed.
Staring blankly into space
She raises a hand to her head.
Where's the girl she used to be?
The charmer of all men?
The bonafide life of the party
With a plethora of friends?
The telephone no longer rings,
No one comes by or calls.
Pushing her hair out of her face
To her lap her hand now falls.
In her mind she thinks back
To when life was full and fun.
Long ago and far away
Now it seems her life is done.
Her looks have faded, hair is gray,
The kids are grown and gone.
Everyone's forgotten her:
She's older and alone.
The man she knew and thought would stay
She hasn't seen in years.
She gave her all to no avail:
Her eyes release her tears.
Why did eveyone leave her?
She lies down on the bed.
Guess she's no good anymore,
She might as well be dead.
She reaches for the vial of pills
It empties into her hand.
She takes a drink and swallows deep
To reach the Promised Land.
Her eyes are closing and she feels
A warm light on her face.
Then quietly, with no fanfare
She leaves the human race.
Who will miss this lonely soul?
Neither you nor I.
Looks like that's the reason why
This woman chose to die...
Could there be a different end?
That's our choice to make.
Please reach out to others so
This choice they do not take.
The holidays are the loneliest and most depressing time of the year for many people. Please take a moment to reach out to someone and let them know that they aren't alone; and that someone is thinking about them. Hey, you never know if this poem could be about you or someone you know someday.
Goodnight. I'll be more upbeat next time.
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