#WritcoPoemPrompt11
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight…
What once was an active soul, ignited
Lies here, on the deathbed.
The beautiful aroma too
Of the once fresh soul, much awaited-
Now leaves off abruptly, too.

Alas! All were left off, unto shock,
For the soul now neared its summit!
The once curable phase, now amok- Rampantly rushes to reach its zenith.
Opened have the eyes, terribly late
Leaving the young...