Free Fall in Crimson

Free Fall in Crimson

She sits in misery,
unable to communicate, unable to explain
her lack of production.
She is lost in realism and the events of the day.

The 24 hour news channel is on 24 hours a day,
She awakens to news alerts during the night hours.
Rest has betrayed her and happiness
no longer lingers in her heart.
She thinks only in terms of loss and protection.

Her back room is filled with canned fruits,
meats, and vegetables.
She counts the cans weekly, always finding shortages.
Her clothes hang on her as if on a limp coat hanger.
She is the scarecrow of her own soul.

She denies depression
but spends hours searching for a safe place,
hoping to relieve herself from terror for 5 minutes at a time.
Winged death flights damaged more than her psyche,
they coated her with a fear that can not be shaken off.

She is a self made victim, and she knows that,
she just doesn't know where to find her lost courage.
Her misery feels like normalcy. If joy landed on her shoulder,
she would be sure it was a sign from the Horsemen.

Her family knows she is somewhere else,
Their words of concern only annoy her.
The fact she could die tomorrow falls
quickly into a mind of "whatthehellelseisnew?".

She wants to save the world, but can't leave the block.
Yes, the planes wrecked havoc in places unknown.
It resides in the life of a poor old woman
who isn't ageing gracefully but with excessive speed.

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