#WritcoPoemPrompt12
Let her sleep deep,
Let us not weep,
For she is at her journey’s end,
Left with no memories to mend.
Air fights the heart to blast.
She hold her breath for last,
Everything is just a dream.
Each day she used to scream
Over the mountains, over the hills
Thinking who will give her sleeping pills,
So that she could take a rest
Thinking she is the best.
© D