Antidote

58 | down(fall)

At the sight of an open door,

a young lassie boarded seemingly unsure

of where she was heading to; of what she was holding on to.

The fall during the cold crepuscule bore,

a resemblance to her visage

dark and sullen; she's locked inside a cage.

The ambiance held nothing but a sore,

autumn leaves falling and so was she

her wings cut down, she wanted to flee.

As she took the last empty compartment of the train,

a kaleidoscope of childhood scenes then set in

making her breathing slower; she's drowning

in her own heavy contemplation, her thoughts drifting

through the air of emptiness and the atmosphere of sadness

there she remained silent as she dealt with a mind so violent

with a doleful weather, she planned to surrender

When she's come undone, she thought:

life isn't for everyone.