into everyday life.
she looks into air, herself falling rain.
dripping coldness past, memories, old pain.
drops fall, the puddling her damp water life.
spiraling mirror, self lonely strife.
a sigh, one frown, crying sadden tears
storms of remember through bleak yesterdays.
clouds a whirl, dark sky sheltering fair heart
but how can she while taking no part?
cov’ring cold soul, corona of defense
defying the stab of her fate intents.
this is madness, she thinks in plantive cry
i’m here, on the cusp of lay down and die.
what’s my destiny but a empty dream.
a play thing with which gods and angels scheme.
