By the End of It…

By the end of it

She had no preferences

No choices or tastes

Left to her by he who ruled

Nightmare she’d walked right into…

His chain of linked lies

Had once sounded credulous

When she believed in

Romantic songs, fairy myths

Before years replete with tears…

Now nothing was left

Tears, dried water spots on glass

Time and miles mingling

Blurred, yet sharp-shard memories

Fake-gem fragments…not diamonds

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

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