A Helping Hand.

Her eyes bloodshot red.

Through them I see her soul is dead.

Her speech has an emotionally scarred impediment.

Around her mouth is stained a white foam sediment.

Her skeletal body does shake rattle and roll.

For her life on earth has taken its toll.

Her I did approach.

She stepped back, on her life she did not want me to encroach.

She fell into the foetal position.

I knew then I had to make a decision.

I rang for medical help.

They came and took her away, like a crazed dog her voice did yelp.

I have heard she's still unwell.

That is it, I have no more sad news to tell.