Haunted

I'm haunted by the words of a disturbed mind  
A woman seeking peace but could never find  
Cause other things would bind onto her soul  
Escaping its firm grasp was her ultimate goal  
 
Innocence was stole at a tender, young age  
Causing her mind to have fits of rage  
Finding the final page of endless chapters  
Is the conclusion she was chasing after  
 
Faster & faster was the decline of her health
Mental and physical but pixels were in stealth  
Her bundle of wealth entered the scene at 16  
Bringing some joy into a world that's so mean  
 
She nor I ever dreamed that we'd depart  
Leaving several years in an unclaimed cart  
Breaking our hearts; she left me no choice  
Now on Mother's Day, I yearn for her voice  
 
That's no longer a choice afforded either of us  
Cause she's taken a journey on a one-way bus  
Now I must keep on; being torn by her words  
Tethered to my psyche as spilled milk curds