Evolved

The poet rises at his victory.
The writer steps down in defeat.
Words linger further -
With no one left to read.


And at his fall
She rises again.

No longer defeated
by lies
No longer addicted
to pain.

Her

I am the passenger
that rides her

In my silence
I consume her

Madness.

In her solitude
She devours my

Sanity.

I can't ride the waves
without her

Fate.

I can't see the light
the same

Again.

She

I want to hold her
And free her
And know her.
But I don't want to be her.

She begs for mercy,
She cries for love.
And all she wants to do
Is feel her.

She's crying again
I want to help her
But she's telling me
- I can't.

She stomps and screams
and throws
Things.
I want to help her stop

But she can't because she's crazy
And I can't because I'm sane.
And the only way of stopping
Is to hold in all the blame.

She's quiet now.
In wakened slumber.
So peaceful now.
So broken.