Mystery She Wrote Part 2
CHAOS
Bewildered, with the wandering scent,
Hands focused to hold on,
To not let go,
And fall,
The shadows groping her entity
Her movement restricted,
The mystery just started to unfold,
And that’s how it’s told,
Silence became her solitude,
Silence became her misery.
She wrote on her skin,
Fall short of verses,
With head up high,
To breathe,
All she spoke were curses,
Silence became her melody,
Silence became her cacophony.
The heap of people,
All around,
Confining her to the world,
They live in,
For her it was already over,
A Thousand times more,
Suddenly, it all stopped
People round her,
Perceiving she had reached,
The end of the station,
Longing to pull the brakes,
Is when,
Silence became her,
And she became a memory.
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