All gone asunder
Nothing left
except regrets
Her best friends
have all died
Her siblings too
Her beloved pet
She is alone to
reflect on not one
but three messed
marriages
Bad choices? Or
femininity overkill
She was beautiful,
turned heads
Now she isn’t
and heads don’t
Too much vanity?
She wasted money
She drank
Loved to gamble,
rarely won
Loved to shop,
Clothes horse
Was not debt free
until too late
for purchasing dreams
Too greedy?
Selfish?
Unfocused?
Naive?
She could go on
but doesn’t
She simply sits
Disgruntled
amidst the
rubble
of her life
Ellecee
Day 20 - NaPoWriMo 2024
Prompt: rubble
From TP_Poetry
