stuck between her Dreams and reality
drowning in the sea of priority,
lacking the strength to move alone
all she was,mere flesh and bone.
her sciamachy was as unbridled guilt
an everpresent reminder,that never did sleep.
forlorn and forsaken;
on the road to yonder,yet to weep.
her thoughts and visions,let her numb
only to despair, would she succumb.
calming her demons,every once in a while.
waiting for her colours
bringing back, her stolen smile.
obscured by the past,
bleaking the morrows
lamenting a life,impregnated with sorrows.
gasping for some fresh air
all she was...a broken soul,beyond any repair.
she had in her,
the coruscant morning sun,the tranquil of the evening moon;
but all she could ever be
a syzygy of aeonian glance,a remontant