Rescue

The dreaded fear of everything beholds her,

as in her hand she holds a pill.

A pill to stop the pain and fury,

that had become her,

she is not ill.



It is too late now she fought with herself.

too many pains have swallowed her soul.

As she about to swallow, what would make things right.

A resfuge for her, within the dark night.



Too young to see what is in front of her now,

too shallow to see what her loved ones have done.

All she remembers is the pain she bears,

the tears that are streaming down her lonely smile.



She is alone now, suffering existance,

waiting for her rescue that will never come.

For she, never spoke of her pain or anguish,

her selfish friends, all left in the dark.



Just one last pill to swallow from the bottle,

no more lonliness,

only dark.



Her mother betrayed her.

Her father, never there.

Her soulmate of days,

told her he didn't care.



And to her existance she cries with mercy,

She pleads like Romeo,

The poison bleeds.

It is too late now, no time for one last

the poison takes over, her body heaves.



With regret or fear where life would take her,

where it would have taken her, if she was given a chance,

now lies in the headlines of a media tablet,

Never realizing rescue was within herself.



A mother mourns, a father finally there.

Her friends that betrayed her, heave their tears.

A rescue that never came, only too late.

There were the rescue standing at her grave.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is an inspiration that came from a friend who wrote a poem about pills.

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