Despondent, sorrow, dejection
Lethargy rules her, never to be more than a foul memory
Resentful, indignant, wrathful
Debauchery pities the foolish heart, now hardening
Bitter, incensed, seething
Barging into the home, chasing then changing
Misled, perverted, gas-lit
She’s starving for truth my darling
The forward motion, glorified
Never grasped it, smart thing
Now she drowns, infatuated
Mary has been a writer and artist for over a decade. Her passions lie somewhere between the beautiful and the macabre, but she enjoys every aspect of life. She explores the mysteries of the Last Frontier and the written word but dabbles in her love of artwork through the digital medium.