Blind Life

Into life’s blender she tiptoes,
blind, not knowing what has been done.
Misfortune rears its head because
she does not think, she does not pause.

She reads a book of famous men;
the wisdom there is lost on her.
To dream and step so carelessly,
she counts her pills in ecstasy.

Sadly she pawns her Cartier;
a necklace that she loved so dear.
To think that she has sunk so fast
warns her she has not long to last.

A habit that is now alive,
sucking her life away by night.
The days grow longer ‘till the dark,
gently choosing a periled mark.

16 Lines
Rhythm: 8
11-17

(This poem was written by my protégé, Marilyn.)