| Nicole's Poetry Online |
| "Requiem" |
| Treat her Like the princess she is - Two thousand, six hundred, and forty-seven Ways of appreciating her, yet You simply grunt and make eye contact for the Briefest of seconds; Tell her that she is worthy Of breathing the same air as the beasts Surrounding her walls; The same creatures which you seem to elevate as You look down upon her; You are the biggest offender - Every day you and she meet, yet you speak to her As often as once a week; What has she done wrong? Can you not see that she needs your praise to live on? You barely look at her, let alone see the Plainly obvious truth, but; It is too late now - She knows too late of your esteem of her And her work; Nothing could bring her back - Force her to subject herself to daily doubt and Self-criticism; If only you - Somebody - Had taken time to notice her distress Or even to smile at her in her pain; You have failed her But even more she has Failed herself In her solution to this obstacle Now so distant in her past; Those she knew best - The wind, the grass, and the stars - All paid their respects - As the rest of the world went on. |