The taste of death hovers in her mouth

As cold as the corpse staring back

Circumstance has drained the roses from her cheeks

Dulled the aquamarine of her eyes to gray

Gray like the storm clouds rumbling in her core

Crashing her soul into a watery surrender

She's drowning in a sea of stolen opportunity

Bobbing in the waves a half decade high

Five years her soul has rocked in life raft built of hope

Five years before her waterlogged reality wins

The person she was is lost

Forever remembered as the girl who almost was