Gloomy

Well,
The ones who don’t pay notice

Say she is

Most days
As muddled as they may be
I recognize

Behind those hazel eyes

Are a carnival
That spins
not only, her excitement

But all of ours

Early one morning
That mentality of hers, thought

It was still

Too dark
to witness

her self-judgment
at rest,
within it’s slumber

I saw a ghost
Something, I assumed to be dead
Long ago

But, yes—there it goes again
Her smile

It wasn’t like
Anything you’ve ever seen

It wasn’t just a smile
I saw the load, fall of her shoulders

Crash onto the floors
As if,
A bag of bricks had suddenly decided,
It was time to rest

For she,
herself
Had decided
It was her turn

As the sun rose
The sensation didn’t want to set off

Not wanting
To panic

The only thing, she thought
actually knew her

It stayed

Thus,
She was jammed

Bare as nature’s trees
Knees buckling,
Terrified

Her conscience told her
That security,
Would be hers,
But never

Upon hearing
Those raw words

She roared in laughter
Tears,
Dancing down her face

Only angering the conscience, more
Fond of every second

In the least,

The last moments,
I saw of her

Be her finest