She's crouched alone, in Leather black
A frightful void lurks at her back
Simple bliss, forget the "now"
Relax, fall back, you'll find out how
She's there; with haunted eyes she waits
With simmered rage she curses Fates
Her purpose lost, though never found
Tiptoes now dot her shaky ground
She's frightened, lost, her head hung low
Which way to turn - what way to go?
Rocking, unmoving, at the edge of the world
She will tip any second and keep her wings furled
She's dying, you see, or perhaps you can't
Required here: self-destructive slant
She's trying to be worth something to her
But she's failing to see why she'd matter.
--/Loneal 19Feb05, 1433L KU/--
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