She dances through the air, versatile and free,
Yet society confines her, like a seedless tree.
A cool breeze she embodies, refreshing and chill,
Forced into the shadow of a shed, against her will.
She's poetry in free verse, defying all norms,
But her misunderstood words often take new forms.
Her story is endless, a book without end,
Yet society demands a closure to send.
In her fantasy world, a love story she weaves,
Reality's hustle makes her heart grieve.
No longer a poem, she's just a word in the crowd,
Lost in illusion, where self-hatred is allowed.
- Author: Meera Mere (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 20th, 2024 13:08
- Comment from author about the poem: And she is no more the poetry she used to be.....
- Category: Fable
- Views: 9
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