She stands here,
The time slipping away from her hands,
Not able to grasp it,
She stands here with her head low.

Nails digging into her palms,
Fingers clutching her hair,
The scream escaping from her tender lips,
And the countless tears slipping away from The bloodshot eyes.

In distraught,
She lays there,
Defeated,
The time vanishing from her grip,
Not able to have a grasp on its pace,
She lays there,
Defeated.