Poetry Post #1: Ruins
She looks on mournfully
as her parents
friends
teachers
family
slip away
A bystander in the game of life.
A piece not yet moved,
a future undecided.
Four fingers and a thumb
curl into a fist,
and,
hard and fast,
collide with a window
shattering the view
of her world.
Breathe, she tells herself.
It's over.
And she leaves it
all in
ruins.
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