Slipping

She is slipping,
slowly slipping,
into the darkness,
into the abyss
of nothingness.
I reach for her
wanting to pull her up,
back onto solid ground.
She looks at me tenderly.
Smiling at me from her doom,
As though oblivious to her plight.
Her arms remain at her sides
unreceiving of the help
she doesn't seem to know
she needs so much.
Pain swells inside me,
taking over my heart.
Rain falls from the dark clouds
forming in my eyes.
How does she not see?
She is letting him win.
He that we never see.
He never sees her
and yet if he saw her now
if he saw her secret life
he'd grin his evil grin
because he'd know
he had taken everything from her
putting her in the ground
because she was not strong enough
to fight the feelings of loss
and too blind to see
that she is worth everything.
Nothing consumes her.
She is being consumed by nothing.