Structured Mayhem

She was a chaotic question In a paragraph poorly structured Accumulated frenzy of congestion As if the author's soul ruptured Her answer remained uncertain Merely a fragment of a thought The truth behind a curtain A riddle that wouldn't be caught About 3 lines on a page full of words Swallowed up by an entire book Her presence fell short of down right absurd Readers questioned the space she took But a meaningful message should be unveiled From this girl who came up short Fragments of knowledge that she wield Intentional structure, she would distort If she spoke for majority And devalued the subject Perhaps more authority But her purpose, she would neglect A beautiful concoction of structured mayhem Finding herself lost in a realm of language Mary is lost and she, the little lamb Thirsty for knowledge while drowning in anguish