Black pools

The eyes, 

Saw the reflection

In the mirror - 

The face - unknown. 

The body, 

Yet, all too familiar. 

The black pools,

Saw the ocean within -

The waves that crashed,

To the surface,

Yet fizzled out,

Before the froth. 

The tornado,

Of the thoughts- 

Imminent and inverse, 

Looking at the moments,

In the reverse. 

Living the moments,

Of the final call-

The silent cry,

For help. 

The silence,

That crashed,

As an afterglow - 

Deafening and a blow,

To all that she'd held close. 

The walls had been shattered,

Replaced by cemented guards-

The eyes, 

Now that stared back-

Wrinkled and fine-lined,

Spoke of another chapter.