The Girl with Sad Eyes

She stares out at

The ruins of a wasted life,

Wondering if anything mattered.

It stands before her,

A glorious ruin

Illuminated by decadent decay.

Happy memories

Lay rotting at her feet

While the haunting remain

Sterile and pristine.

She stares

At what was once wondrous

Until her hair turns to grass,

Her body to dust,

And all that remains

Is a whisperOf regret on the wind.