Meticulous moments
Wrapped in sarcasm,
Drowned within reason
Left without cause.
Buried in silence
Cast without glance,
Marred by the world
And beaten with angst.
Sated by anger
Controlled by the fear,
Alone in a whirlwind
To survive the day's end.
Rainy day washboard
Slow to the draw,
Lured into doubt
Set off in the dark.
Projected by memory
Guilted by flaw,
Bittersweet casualty
On the streets of my mind.
Society defined
But alone in a crowd,
One breath to release
And all again starts. |
Submission Name: The Innerworkings of A Madwoman
