Maddy's poem reads like a slow inventory of loss. Something, and the poem never says what, has gone, broken, and disappeared. The speaker doesn't explain or tell a story. Instead, short lines pile up one after another, almost like someone counting what's left and finding nothing.
The feeling is mostly grief mixed with loneliness. "No one there / No one cared" suggests the speaker went through this without help, and the repeated "Kept falling, kept crying, kept drifting off" makes the pain feel endless. The verbs shift from "was" to "kept" to "lost," so we move from damage to exhaustion to giving up. Hope, faith, and trust all go.
The ending is the bleakest part. The speaker asks about resurrection, then answers at once: "Not a chance." The last line, "what was / What is," sets past and present side by side, and the poem leaves us with a quiet, heavy sense of finality.