of empty souls and broken chords
a thousand words she yelled,
from the silence of her thoughts
the echo carried on
across the wild in those greenish eyes.
aloof from this world
she lay quiet in her dreams
unable to control
the turmoil within
ripping the pages apart
the ones of her destiny
she started on a road,
barren; and plain
afar from this disorder
spiriting through her sides,
to a land
accepting of her fantasies.
her journey they all saw
unhappy and torn
fighting an opponent
powered by her soul
she crashed hard,
the world cried foul,
till a bigger tragedy
came home like a tawney owl.