She Was Poetry Poem by Marlene Rashidi

She was the darkness within the spirits of the lost ones.
I tried making her seem like the light in the wilderness but she was too ruined just like poetry written by an atrocious soul,
the way she trolled her pathways made those trying to figure her out fall between cracks,
although she was known for her golden silence,
she was also queen of words,
words that led your mind somewhere abstract and your soul somewhere unknown,
her words were just not known nor heard,
she kept them within herself,
but I heard them loud and clear.
She said that she was the metaphor that made you believe you were happy when deep inside you were miserable, she was that simile that made you compare your life to the life of another;
while convincing you that yours was the worse life,
she was the rhythm in a stanza that made you feel how fast your heart was beating although really it wasn't, because you were already dead inside, her personifications gave you false alert to a new dawn,
she was the irony that left you questioning your existence,
were you really alive or just a flesh inhaling and exhaling air.
She looked like heaven but had the power to burn your soul as if she was hell itself.