Nothing But More Questions

She walked off into peripheral, feral and alone a lonely individual, trudging on the stone out into the element, not welcome back home beautiful, intelligent, yet worn to the bone routine was reality, cause real wasn't known she told me, feeling this , felt as a drone fear and shaky ground, surely made her prone falling unsupported, the state still condoned this way or that, no attention could be loaned prevention proving problematic past parodies partly shone privacy trumps compassion, it happens she's grown so my effort to recover info, unfruitful, lay sown nothing but more questions, and my sad little poem nothing but more questions, and my sad little poem