Her dead soul

She stood there silently,
Tears threatening to fall,
Times change awfully fast,
'Sorry, I cannot stand tall!'

Her aunt's warmth embraced her,
But it just wasn't the same,
Was she a bad daughter?
Was she the one to blame?

The crash was frightening,
There was blood all around,
They saved her life but now,
Are six-feet underground.

Death is invincible,
She was no exception,
All she wanted was one
more night of affection.

Tears dampened her pale cheeks,
With none to hear her cry,
Would a mere ten-year-old
ever, learn how to fly?

▪WHAT IS THE YAMA?▪

The Yama is named for the god of death and is a stanzaic form found in
The elements of the Yama are:

syllabic, written in 6 syllable lines.stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains.rhymed, rhyme scheme x a x a, x being unrhymed.a poem of death, grief or sorrow. It can be expanded to include simply a poem of loss. (even of a season)titled.

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