Family Betrayal

No one spoke of death’s name,
watching as her body grew weak.
No amount of pain would be the same.
Family members and friends came,
loss unsettling the entire week.
Her beautiful and pure name,
losing in this unfair and cruel game.
Hope was what they could not seek,
no amount of pain would be the same.
How weary and frail was her frame,
her now empty and gaunt cheek.
Luna was once her name.
We all shared a look of shame,
tears leaving a bold streak.
No amount of pain would be the same,
our hearts set painfully aflame,
leaving the room to reek.
She used to share our family name.
No amount of pain would ever be the same.