Until Locked Away

She wakes each morning with one obsessed thought repeating over and again in her weak, tortured mind Those who don’t believe her *must* be found and fought because her truth surely had been bestowed - Godly divined It simply cannot be that her fragile psyche snapped long ago as the “voice” of “God” speaks to her in sudden winds blowing And that white, shrill noise that drills constantly upon her ego could never be the signs of sanity wounded and slowly dying To make up for the lack of friendship and loving camaraderie she turns and twists simple gestures of those who show interest into fawning compliments and proclamations of love of her glory while her victims attempt to disentangle themselves in earnest Beware to all who are unfortunate enough to cross her misguided path She’ll hound you, haunt you, dream of and envision you, harass and stalk Once you’ve spurned her, she’ll come after with her “divine” wrath The only thing that will stop her is a white room - complete with padlock (A poem about a very sad woman who spends her life stalking strangers online. She has a few loved ones around her that simply refuse to see the danger she presents to herself.)