everyday she wakes and feels the same
a mundane existence
feeling no shame
she rides the distance
forever to blame
self loathing persistence
seeking fame
she falls for indulgence
rising again
she seeks the compulsion
to play the game
set by her whoredom
everyday she wakes and feels the same
divulging a compendium
subtally sane
she reaches equilibrium
balanced by name
liberal subsistence
she lives for the day
by her own recognition
she cannot say
but has inclination
towards his way
fame is forbidden
territory saved
she exudes the ridden
crashing of the wave
her self is hidden
forever paved
her path
her slave.
About the Creator
MaxwellJBanks
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