Caribbean eyes bright and lips blood red.
A hint of a summers breeze and African sun,
horses prancing, relaxed calm and fun.
The pain she felt deep inside,
suppressed by her mothers sadistic pride.
Nailed in a coffin of acceptance,
demons dancing, convicted and given sentence.
As she looks back on her life and cries,
a life plagued with pressure, demise and lies.
She finds solace in the thought of an end,
an escape from collapse and a message to send.
A victory found in loneliness and eternity,
no future, no present and no chance of maternity.
Giving birth to the idea of pain ending pain,
lethargically running into summers rain.
To float away on a breeze of relief,
to exist only on faith, hope and belief.
Unable to sustain her life at present,
ending it all an emotional peasant.