Under guise of nothingness
Walks a woman incomplete
In pieces, broken is she

In the darkness, her mind
Treading paths unseen
Lives emotional turmoil
In many facets existing

Under cover of night
Controlling, struggling
Unendingly floundering
Plotting to destroy
That vessel they created

Resistance, her muses twisted
Bewilderment abounds
Astonishment, hatred
Unbound fury unleashed
Against their bonds straining
One by one her voices subside

Upon her soft tortured soul
A stark calmness comes to rest
Respite from a strained affair
Her mind heals its tattered shreds
In its inner reaches lurks
A shadow hidden unseen
Begins again the cycle
Of the woman incomplete