…
For a dime in the stash, she was
In search of means
More means to make ends meet
Hungry but not for the meat
A stone amongst precious stones
Deeper than life
The forces did not fail to appear
With every second & minute felt
Felt for empathy
But digressing into a sea of melancholy
So to resign from self
To experience a universe, to coast
But without self
Propagated by faux dogmatism & esteem;
Now
The soul, laid bare
Holding on for dear life
Hope, apparent.
