The Ode Of A Woman

She may not seem to care, but deep inside it always counts.

The wounds are there, it still bleeds and they haunt.

Her restless soul, towering with doubts as she murmurs hope

While they all seek and speak words of comfort, 

She gnashes words of restless agony.

Now, this shadow barely breathes. 

Still, she crawls un the knacks of a footstep

Like a vine that intertwines along the earthy aroma of its founder

In the rest of the day, she will wake and seize the luck as expected

Not a day for her to last, 

Nor does she long to stick around any longer within it.

Questions of life, it all mask her running thoughts

But as mysteries were foretold, she cannot forbid

Things on her own for no cause

Cornered by deadly silence, it only kills her levering ideas inside

Sp she unmasks the liberation that somebody 

Might seek and put ears onto.

Onto the verge of falling, she still attempts to hold

Between silk and steel

Disowning every fortune that life has given her

Onto the black lakes of desolation and

Mirror of drowning cities and falling skies

And in the end, wherever the force may grasp and lie

She still daunts

As one of those everlasting bittersweet emotional points

Secondhanded by romance.

She always lay alone, sleepless in the 

Burnt crimson or cold azure night,

Trapped in the cobweb of dreams that fate had spun around her.

Time turns and withholds all the imaginations whispering to reality

But truths be declared, if yearning for desire, she longs for more.

The precision she holds for the premonition she recalls

Building a subtle mind grieving for an uncaused loss

Must it be for the tragic loss or a love that was mistaken

As those of unrequited and passionate scenes,

Yet never made a wondrous glance.

For in his beguilement, the losing crowd will glimpse at her smile

With the grip of a second, her eyes are turning right his own.

Willingly taken by the satin touch of his hands 

Onto her submissive response,

But beneath her, the flames of passion infuriates

Like a stuttering wildfire.

With his soft amusement, her feelings grew

As though nothing could've outgrown it

Seemingly, the fusion of blue emotions and fuming desire had struck her

Slowly falling in a random sequence, it could've been 

A default love trial

But as the renowned says, love is a fast lane 

It might as well remain or could move them dead.

No creature in this mad existence could separate the ignition

If two forces destined for the explosion of a classic rage

A pandemonium set to outlast a millennial pleasure

Sought after by those who seek a taste of living difference.

All seem well under the spellbound for a curse to the eternal walls

Could there be more to demand when they are 

Bound by an unbreakable promise

Fueled by ignition driven by love, a pathway to their answers 

Emptied with bodily lust,

But tragedy tries to seep in the cracks,

Breaking the aggressive curse

Down deep to her fragile heart.