Void Poem by Clarisse Austria

I was never fine since I left that funeral
Each day carries the weight of sorrow
Life, never the same anymore
Deprived of chances, a bittersweet memorial

Haunting memories, a restless ghost
Rivers of crimson flowing from the delicate wrist
On the tub, I saw, the lifeless form
Demise didn't end, forever lost

In the dark abyss, she wandered incomplete
Decapitated, not even had a chance
To close her eyes while struggling for breath
Open wide, for she can never sleep

Now, before the mirror, I stare
Grasping the void reflection
Chilling realization slowly takes hold
It was I, who died, helpless and cold