She Passes Poem by Concetta Benedetto

Man standing tall waved to me goodbye
My life was going to end this day
Children run and play with blood like hay
Woman keeled over – the man stood taller again
Waving and laughing, dying and practicing
A stance like lion, I had a chance against nothing
Perspiring and expired, I lose to the feeling of being tired
My favorite windowpane tainted with painted insane
Challenging bedrooms, her soul is a silver spoon
Beautiful lives, changing times – my life is sailing by
On an ocean of not knowing why
She drinks these poisons to feel the warmth of love
In the places where she was told it’d come naturally
But it’s too cold for the compassion
Under construction, she passes