She Died Poem by Randy McClave

She died
No one was there,
No one was at her side
There was no prayer.
When she gave her last breath,
She was greeted only by death.

She died
She was all alone,
No one had cried
There was no one to moan.
She laid alone on her bed,
No sympathy for her was said.

She died
No one held her hand,
She had no honor or pride
A tramp was her brand.
She was only happy and amused,
When she was used.

She died
With her white wedding dress,
She wasn't a bride
No one did she impress.
No one wanted her as their mate,
Being single was her fate.

She died
No one cared,
She had cheated and lied
She was unprepared.
There was no goodbye kiss,
Her, no one will miss.

She died
With her virtues defeated
In hearts she was denied
She had cheated.
The one man who had loved her truly
To him she was mean, hateful and unruly.

She died
With all of her guilt and sin,
Salvation she never tried
The Devil wears a grin.
For her there will be not one tear,
Sadness of others will quickly disappear.

She died
She left the world as a fraud,
Now she will be tried
She will be judged by God.
Never was she a lady or a mother or a wife,
She was just a wasted life.

Randy L. McClave