Rest In Peace

A melancholic disposition engulfed her view,

Couldn’t knead or prepare stew.

Knowing she couldn’t reconcile humiliation,

He let go as she had issues of respiration.

How could he stop who taught her how to fly,

Without them she would tear and cry.

So he let go before she would crumble.

Upon something did she stumble,

And it changed her whole perspective.

Horrified she became introspective.

One by one detangled intricate fragments.

Couldn’t remain within those settlements.

Would she ever find a way out,

And someone respond to her shout.