Tragic | poetry

deciocho | lacking ataraxia

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Fearful and unsure,
spiteful but pure.
What has happened?

With no time to reassure,
always insecure,
Her heart has blackened.

She now faces problems,
with fear and dread.
For the one that has fallen,
her life's on a thread.

Anxiety she anticipates,
And all the tears she shed.
Clearly apprehension awaits,
waiting for her to drop dead.

Needing ataraxy,
Her mind is unease.
What is her identity?
She stops trying to please.

She was once a queen.
Her heart's cold as ice.
Thoughts, unclean.
Lost in fool's paradise.

Lass faints to the darkness.
Forces her heart, always seen.
Depression and anger,
She's standing in between.

With fragile heart,
she rises no more.
To Fall apart,
She was once adored.

Tired of hearing rumors,
One tries to decide.
Confused to what she follows,
She can't help but hide.

Spiritual fire burns within her.
A storm brewing in her soul.
Her shaded rains was a blur,
Flames you can never control.

Starless skies, sparkles and dies.
Her once light, truly gone.
Uncover the lies, angel in disguise.
What's done is done.

Time spins clockwise,
Unable to go back.
With decisions to finalize,
She perceives, backtracked.

Now feeling lost and betrayed,
her future is undecided.
With choices she's made,
She prays not to be misguided.

Good or bad,
she's always confused.
Feeling hollow and sad.
Her emotions, bruised.

Her old self was once praised.
Now, broken and jaded.
She tries to bring back the flame,
Just to feel regenerated.