She sits alone, curtains sometimes drawn
her door is locked
not even the birds come to flock
she has a snake, of course its fake
she sits there hoping someday it will wake?
what’s made her hide withdrawn from life?
she once was a talented poetess
see, the words of others played on her mind
she had so much baggage
and could no longer find
the road that led to poetry
she listened to others
but they were wrong
green eyed monsters
they wanted her gone
now she’s alone
but, her mind still has the power
to write poetic songs
the beauty that’s inside her
she no longer wants to share
she’s closed the door on poetry
it’s left her in despair
but locked inside, never to be heard
Just seems like such a crime
no one gave her a chance
she sits alone and cries
only she can hear the music
she stands alone to dance
writing poems and fables
in a poetry ridden trance
unsure of how to break the spell
in hope someday, someone will care
it\'s such a loss and so unfair
this talented poetess, will die there.