Forgotten Tongue Poem by Stefanie Fontker

I will always see, and watch
But I refuse to speak
She will drink herself
Into dead, dry hell
This one is a kicker
She won't go down
Without a broken bone
Or a bruised lung
My name will never
In this life meet hers
But I will gaze into
The blood-shot windows
To her black, black soul
Pretty to look at
It is hard to redirect
Where my eyes dare to
Never innocently wander
Maybe I will shed
A red tear or two
At her long fall
And the removal of
Her once white wings
Many shun the loss
Of my once thick tongue
My song is mine to sing
Just as her life is hers to take
I am an observer,
This prerogative is owned
And I know well enough
She is not asking me
To be her savoir