ERASED

She could have been one with what the world gave
Grown tall with every passing season brave
Danced to the beautiful music of the passing moments
Crashing with the rush of the high frivolous rhymes of life

She could have known of the lurking evil within
The darkness that consumes without warn
Felt the pangs that hit hard cutting deep
Cried her eyes out those brittle moments that almost break one

Yes, she could have
But not every letter gets a worldly read
She was one to fade slowly, erased
Young, unknown, untouched

Not every flower blooms in the spring
Not every mother awaits another spring