A broken someone, a wandering soul,
Shackled and in despair
Burdened and no longer whole
Lost and lonely, beyond repair
Frantically hunts for refuge near,
Faceless she’s made to stay
Nights grow colder with biting fear
As she tries to find her way
Falling to pieces with each stride
Confusion clouds her sight
Desperately seeking a place to hide
Gradually giving up the fight
Her passion seems to run away
While her blue skies slowly fade to grey
Charlene Flanagan
