There she sits
in an empty lounge
of the dark ward
thick tears
hitting the ground
bullet paced
muffled sniffles
she keeps her hope hidden
buried
so that sanity
appears to be in tact
oh serenity
where have you been
she questions fate
it’s been a while
calamity has been her only peer
illness was her weakness
she could never let go
from those thoughts of desire
and so she whispers
in her broken french
je t’aime mon amant presque
all is quiet
but nothing forgotten
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 