and she cried . . .

and she cried . . . .

it could have been determined “terminal”

for her thoughts brought death to her hope

and it slowly poisoning

the last vestiges of her dreams

the sacred ones

she has had with her since childhood

no one who knew her

could quite understand

and neither could she

the insanity

and the feelings

that had her soul reeling

begging for solace

found only in the company

of what is real

there was an energy within

an enemy within

perhaps

who seemed to be in opposition

to her highest good

that which she felt

she was fated for

and she waited for

but somehow

had life taken a turn

in the dark moments

of her pain,

her anguished heart,

and altered her positivity

by drawing it through

that miniscule aperture

we see our self through

and

the reverse reflection of self

found only

in that tainted looking glass

of Anti-Soul

that “Zero” hole

of Blackness

was this a truth she was facing

was it ultimate

or was it

just a phase

crazed in places

where she use to be amazed

with spaces

of joy and wonder

was she on

some undisclosed path

that required this

reverse epiphany

that moved her from

Light to that of the Oblique

where the abyss

is swallowed by the void

deployed by some energy

but to consume who we are

she was weak

she tired of the fight

yet still

she was seeking answers

before the last breath

of her Dreams died

and she cried . . . .

© 13 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.