The Girl with Sad Eyes
She stares out at
The ruins of a wasted life,
Wondering if anything mattered.
It stands before her,
A glorious ruin
Illuminated by decadent decay.
Happy memories
Lay rotting at her feet
While the haunting remain
Sterile and pristine.
She stares
At what was once wondrous
Until her hair turns to grass,
Her body to dust,
And all that remains
Is a whisperOf regret on the wind.
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