Understanding

by
Darksword

Alone...
A solid wall of cold slabs of stone.
Impenetrable by simplistic or complex emotion.
Who see tears as cold indifferent comforters
And never allowed herself the warmth of a gentle
....Caress.

Tired...
Of the war raging around her, within her.
Wishing for the shelter of another's embrace.
Yet not giving in to her longing, her weakness
Standing solitaire, the fearless one governed by her
....Fear.

Lifeless...
Detached, with a lack of interest, desire.
It is a mask of apathy that is worn on her face.
And yet fierce eyes consumed by a fire of passion
An insatiable hunger for life, for love, for the
....Truth.

Dreams...
A danger in the true reality she faces.
Now, when the real world becomes so implausible.
Making fantasy and truth become indistinguishable
And only the mad see the line between the sane and
....Insanity.

So she stands in isolation.
Weary of the battle between herself and the world;
Her heart and her mind.

Seeming so placid.

Yet simmering with a barely restrained lust.
That demands to hear and be heard
To touch and be touched
To see and be seen
To understand...
And be understood.

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