Intruder.

i used to know a girl
who drank from the
clearest water
and walked on the
path with the
overgrown grass.
this girl, she often
smiled, her blond
hair twirling in the
breeze.she had no
worries she only
entertained pleasant
thoughts.and though
her dreams were
alarming, she moved
onward. up new
roads and down
new paths, ones
less grassy but
more trodden. and
every dead end her
feet lead her to
left her tired and
weaker. after moving
many times, both
with her feet and
with her heart, this
girl, she decided
to slow. and while
she rested an intruder
entered and made
them self at home.
and now this girl you
see, this girl that
was me, is dead
and no longer alone.