there’ll be no funeral
for no one knew her not one
as her little beek took its last breath she was here simply alone
the weight of the world had proved too strong to navigate so she’d dropped it off
worth her weight in gold she vowed to keep on
no body knowing her or holding her she shrank but kept on
little orphan girl had a voice
she sang like a nightingale at the forest of Dawn
she was simple and agile she rose like a storm
but she was never centred in weathered; rather preferred to perform until her last performance stole her sole
the seats were empty
psychosis
gone
.
little girl i salute you from the sidelines
for all that wasn’t seen for all you saw
This, my sweet love
This, I adore
