Poem of the Week: Gone by Gabe Reed


by Gabe Reed


Ever know the kindest soul

Filled with light unto the seams

But her kind light others stole

Leaving her with darkened dreams


Ever seen her double fold

Pained and crumpled by the weight 

From the worries others told

So worried of their own fate


Just a tired burnt-out shell

Is all that she has come to be 

Left in a personal hell

Problems all that she can see 


She won’t stop until her death

But she walks towards it’s cold clasp

Every problem every breath 

Until it’s life she tries to grasp


But it’s gone.