My Angel 2 Poem by HB Rita

She was dying gurgling the life out of her
She saw the shadow creeping in to her door;
saying " you are an Idiot"!
She endeavor to speak up; remain worthless
She could just whisper, to her own shadow.
She was leaving; carrying afraid of the dark with her
Her eyes were peeling, turning to blue
She was falling apart,
She was leaving to an unknown place where all filled with dust and dirt.
Her paths became narrow,
She asked for pardon and forgiveness to the Creator
And than,
There's nothing worse than seeing deeming her life slowly!
I won't see this again.
I promise, It won't happen again.
The pain of life will no longer overrides the joy; I promise!