Nothing she tried would help lift the darkness.
Different sports and hobbies were of no avail
To the darling girl, the sweet child princess.
In a tower, comes the end of her tale.
Up high she went, climbing the stairs of stone.
She stepped up to the window and looked out
Upon a sea of green, feeling alone.
Though dark, her mind was free of any doubt.
The princess moved forward out one last step,
Into the wind and a crystal blue sky.
Then it was over, without any prep,
No more tears, would the princess ever cry.
Her heart was stained with a tormenting past,
So she made the leap, a child gone too fast.
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Crestfallen
PoetryCrestfallen. Adjective. dejected; dispirited; discouraged A series of poems drawn from the darkest corners of a soul burning to ashes in a world on fire. Cover photo and design by Katherine Anne
