What has become of the weary and the old.
She sits there with her hands on her head and the memories she holds.
Her mind is aging faster then anything else in her life.
She used to be someone's wife.
Frustration eats away at her mind.
Slowly she will be turning blind.
Beautiful, she used to be.
In a world where she used to be free.
Sometimes, things come faster to her then others.
In a world where she is messed up beyond forever.
But someday, she won't even know who she is.
Drastically changing, from her own mind into his.
Her illness, is far beyond gone.
All she has left is her identity, which keeps her strong.
Every day when she wakes up..
She screams to herself " enough is enough"
For all those who knew her, knew she carries her pride.
A long but sad story, to tell from the day she had died.
©terrylin53
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