A Hug

A Hug

Fragments of dreams long forgotten drift restlessly inside her mind.
Her concentration now has been shifted to a new goal.
She lifts her head and glares into the bright lights.
She never even felt the impact of the collision.
Her entire life she was always expected to do well.
She was never encouraged or praised for her good deeds.
The anger and pain in her heart remained locked inside.
She was a lonely shell of a person on the road to destruction.
She began to lose interest in events that she one time loved.
Her room was her best friend and her sanctuary.
Her pillow caught and absorbed her tears more nights then not.
Not even her closest friends could tell what was wrong.
She was emotionally unstable and unable to cope.
The only way out of her despair, she thought, was to end her own life.
It rained at her funeral and the days that proceded.
A senceless loss of life, when a hug was all that was needed.

--Daryl Molen


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