So Far

Do any of them see her clear?

She’s gazing deeply at her mirror.

She envisions friends, each a pallbearer-

Them filled with life - her, absent terror.

Resigned to live her life in pain,

she clings to them to cause refrain.

She losing hard; a landslide game.

Depression smirks at its cruel reign.

At moments when she’s all alone,

she smells the fear- a cheap cologne.

She’d squelch the root if it were known-

she’s caught up in an undertow.

The time has passed, yet she’s still here

enduring each and every year.

Where’s the light? That way she’d steer.

When’d the climb get this severe?

Maybe someday, it won’t hurt.

She’s breathing hard; she swallows dirt.

So far with death, she’s just a flirt.

She fakes a smile; she fix’s her shirt.