She is swallowed by the illusion
time will stand still for her
consumed by silent isolatation
engulfed by her past persuasions
she excites herself for the right occasion
her conscience anticipates inspiration
she awaits the right equation
to fill her souls heartbeat
she finds herself slipping through
the rymthm of reality
slowing giving into her mortality
in the mist of her tangled regrets
she emerges out
on an eerie slope
she holds onto her last hope
her inner strength will cope
awakening has conquered
she will not surrender
no longer a pretender
©morningsun
M