When a woman escapes to the corner
of silence, she dwells upon analysation
at it's finest.
She tries to make sense of simple
words expressed, creating illusions
mixed with broken dreams.
Soon-
She feels abandoned by all those
who love her.
She is her own worst enemy,
becoming a ghost, on top of the world
in a room without a view,
far away, getting lost in a mind of worry.
In a split second,
the other half of her soul
smiles upon her lost, lost eyes.
She writes chaos upon paper,
that's what writers do,
giving a slanted, embarrassed grin
with a submissive hint of laughter
and goes on about her day....
