She was all misty and obscure and a touch of being guilty Divorced from her inner self, she had married the outer city The voices beyond the bounds had become eloquent and clear She rummaged wildly for a howling zoo that could cloak her fear. Anesthetizing the lyrics of her head and heart She endured a loss of face; gave her life a stagnant start If only had she not paralyzed the core of her selfhood Did not beleaguer herself to the veiled elixir of the wildwood Brooding in a dark corner, with demure creeping into her face Flowed a constant stream of rhythmic memories of a mellifluous phase Her graceful amiability for self was swiftly unrolling the panorama of mystique A flame of transient scarlet crept in a swift diagonal across her cheek Just when she was becoming cognizant of the imbroglio imbued And was pilgrimaging for a panacea so she could elude The harbingers appeared with an evocative message underlined "you have chosen to close the g
Consciously read the words I write, for these are the words I fail to say.