Your life
Seemed, a broken conch

Once Beautiful, but no longer of value

Walk me, down memory lane
To pick the pieces

You—
A mesmerizing vision
In white

Darkening, the words
Warned; ever so skillfully

In sheer, horror
Of ripping me from the solid sanity
I had been barred of

Should have known
You were no cherub

By now

My exit
Could have been found

Instead of mine
It was yours

Your present, given to you
By this humble fool