Impure Clarity

Silence. It seems Is the greatest way to peeve A woman who believes in speaking Her mind, ever so freely Initially, so peacefully So calm and composed Not letting him affect her Just letting it all go Evil ego firmly guards her flag Of adamant animosity Uncaring of the consequence Without fear she moves along Distraction, her kindest companion Friends and family she involves Avoiding without much effort The glowing telephone box A week goes by Such Ignorant bliss But still no word he sends forth Nothing, not even a kiss Tormented and distraught Fidgeting with her scarf Aimlessly driving To that oh! So familiar spot Lighter in hand She anxiously inhales Peace, momentarily, Pain, she evades. From one to ten She drowns out the sound Once the tenth was done Another packet came out A week, a month And still no news Annoyed, her anger Swells out, so profuse This game you have played Might prove perilous for you For unknowingly You have played with the maker of this game. The rules I set Every move I change For once the winning hand is laid Only loss comes your way.