Extended Metaphor

My Grandmother goes into the retirement home and counts the days. She is looking down afraid she says.

No one visits her in her lonesome. Every time she looks up she is in a daze.

She speaks quietly and dreams. Now that she hear she screams.

Wishing she was free but tears fall. She wants out and for even now she beams.

Her heart needs to be sewon. Now she feels as if she is blown.

Her vision gets 's blurry now. In her mind, she has flown.

She has taken the gun. Now that way she smiled is done.

The time has come she gone. The way she saw is gone with the sun.