Misguided

Toiling in the deep
so troubled and undone
the memories and the weep
under the cold, unfeeling pun
so distraught in the summer
never again to forgive her.

General consensus
about the death by unplugging
the machine that gave her licence
to be submerged amongst the living
but now she dies, this time for real
alone because her kids were afraid to feel.

Long, bending corridors
on a day lit by sunshine
to meet the one who opens doors
and makes sure she doesn't toe the line
so careful and so scared
that the others could only have stared.