I passed plenty people, to compass one
Sighted less herself,
Not a word she spoke to get herself justified
Only looks, which described her identity
Not much from her,
Hearkening to her looks, deceive
Whom to ask
How
And, where to start
Will it be something I will acknowledge?
All segments are of their intents,
Seen for who they are not, wreck things
Quietness kills, silently so,
Tranquilly battling a slow, and a deep war
Causing severe wounds, without scars
Nor arbitrator to come, and reconcile
Than the war to take place, until time settles down
A start that began, ere it started
Turning the tools used in the war to protect
Serve to survive
Allot malice otherwise
Though first served well
Now her wellness is thy departure.
