Shattered Prisms

Who is this I have found lying dying on the ground drowning in her prose and woes making not one single sound? Where does she go to where does she hide see how she’s swimming against a recondite tide? What have the Gods wrought crumpled on this plot corrupt with despair her broken being her petrified stare shattered prisms that I’m seeing? Where does she go to where to does she flee see how she’s racing from her heart’s plea? Such is her duty moonlit soliloquy mourning chaotic losses aching for her history ever aimless to and fro furiously seeking yet tossed by an undertow. Where does she go to where does she rest see how she’s hostage of the demon’s breast? Dare not intend to scour this stain from her smashed and broken brain sadly sit and watch this show transcendent from hell’s ascendant. Where does she go to where does she sleep see how she’s locked in the creature’s keep? Who is this I have found rotting degrading into penury fading choking on the bloodied inexorable sands of her once so pristine inviolable lands? ‘Tis my love right there I sob, I fret and stare.