Fallen

There once lived a woman,
Whose name was forgotten,
And life was lived looking,
For something
Something she didn't know of.
What would be her cure,
Of this disease she carried.

She had fallen,
Fallen into the hole of misery,
Lived a life of lies.
In her mind,
She was a failure.

She would not think for once
In the madness of her confushion
That she herself wa the answer
To all her problems

She blamed the world for all the saddness
That she held upon her shoulders.
She lost the feeling of happiness
To her it had a bitter taste.

She had fallen.
She lived only in her sleep
She could not be waken.
**Ivy Grove