Her rags made her feel imprisoned in an invisible cage. <br /> <br />She was looking nowhere through glasses with glassy eyes <br /> <br />Searching for her leafed tree of reality. <br /> <br />She remembered that she left her ideas <br /> <br />On the blank page of her future. <br /> <br />She became a wet gloomy solitude because of her tears. <br /> <br />Her feelings of love were like songs hidden in an abandoned violin. <br /> <br />Their vibrations were haunting her memories. <br /> <br />Her sadness was so complete <br /> <br />That it completely slipped through her shy smile <br /> <br />To become visible to all the people around. <br /> <br />Her rigged reality was poisoning her hopes <br /> <br />And crowding her thoughts to push them into illusions. <br /> <br />She was a simple child inside her clown body, <br /> <br />A soul so caged wanting to be liberated, <br /> <br />While her delusions were wretchedly dancing her hopes. <br /> <br />She was wondering if somewhere, someone <br /> <br />Was thinking and dreaming of her. <br /> <br />She walked so lonely on her lonely life road <br /> <br />That nothing could change her fate. <br /> <br />She wanted to let her life to float on the losing breeze.<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-345/
