Contemplations

Her foundations were clearly shook,
Glaring with a worried intensity; promising hidden depths.
Entirely: it was a quizzical look.
"W-where am I?
Did I die, and now you're here to torment me in damnation;
While I need some humility,
I doubt my actions warrant such a situation..."

Those sudden words struck me with surprise;
Leaving my only aghast mouth to hang low,
Brow furrowed at my perceived negative place,
More than the sudden dismissal of her arrogant ties, and self-fulfilling lies.

"I'm not here to taunt you, or plague your mind;
It was not my intention to belittle you, at any time.
I find only sympathy, should you want it or not;
It is well known to me, how little one is sought,
When they give friends not even a second-thought..."

She was clearly taken aback by this admission;
An apparition of wavering sympathetic emotion,
Flickering across her fast dwindling narcissistic condition.
Perhaps, she'll soon see hope as an acceptable notion...

"How did I get here; where have I been?
Considering how I feel presently:
Something troubling it would seem."

"I found you in the depths of the Everfree;
You were committed on 'ending it all', unfortunately.
Whilst you displayed some self-preserving ideals,
In the end, apparently they didn't appeal."

"I'm not sure if I remember it all; only time will tell,
But dwelling on it now: the situation is defiantly regrettable.
But when one is on the precipice, all good seems so forgettable..."

"I'll be here, just so you know;
I feel as though I'm partly responsible for this,
The seeds of regret clearly show.
If you'll allow me, I would call you a friend,
And I would never let go;
This mess I hope to mend."

The short declaration was enough to elicit a gleeful gasp of elation;
Inevitably she returned to slumber; totally, with a contented submission.
Her frail body too tired for such a situation.