Her Life... Poem by Hiya Kabir

That day she died
She looked back upon
The times she struggled
Fought and won
And lost and suffered
Found relief
In a knife
Which she was buried with
Due to suicide
She looked back upon
The reason she cried
The moon was black
Darkness consumed her
A red dropp leading her tears
She spoke of life
Within her death
Angels would not take her
Her entireness was disowned
She took the job of God
And made it her own
That day she died
She tried looking back upon
Her life and her love
But there wasn't any...