The Lost Girl by Angel Baker

She was an empty shell of the person she used to be

or who she thought she used to be

dark circles live underneath her eyes, lines now a permanent feature along with the crescents

and her deep eyes used to hold sparks and fire reflecting her hobbies and passions

but now they are just sullen pools of stillness

she’s come to compare this torrid depression

as long murky vines that slowly creep up and around her body

tightening their grip until she’s suffocating

leaving her lost and languid as she finally cries out to God 

for rescue and redemption

the only one who can save her