Wasting away By Austin R. Steiner As she cries, Soft, yet clear, By my grave, With twinkling tears She pulled out a knife When I said no. Right down low She took her life. Agony and pain Tears unrestrained Motions slower and sadly Wasting away. Of her I didn’t think badly, But, Disappointed, Upset, Slightly up let Because next to me Is none other than she! With tears of twinkling stars, And she jumps at me In happiness And rage Leaving me in pure raze.