The started silhouette of innocence.
can be seen,
gathering up her losses,
as if spoil has wrought her vision.
The essence of her inner soul,
meets the darkness and fears untold.
Channeling through the years,
Is it the absence of answers.
that has replaced realism or fact?
Despite her efforts,
the inner soul,
It spills out with out prejudice. It reaps what upon it,