Winning?

Looking from her window,

she struggled

to understand

how it had come

to this.

Fighting against

the tide of emotion

that had;

engulfed her;

drowned her;

had worn away

the last remnants

of survival,

she had fought,

and survived.

Until now.

Her window on the world

revealed a planet

in turmoil.

Existing,

as she once had,

on scraps of hope.

Tearing itself apart

at the seams.

Disintegrating.

Shattering into schisms

of uncompromising

delusions.

Falling slowly

into the darkness

that once consumed

her soul.

Reflected in the glass

was a face

she did not

recognise.

Eyes that once

shone brightly,

now dulled

and unreachable.

Slumping in her

favoured recliner,

eyelids drooped

as thoughts raced.

Heartbeat pounded

incessantly.