She wanders amongst the dead and grey.
The pained, the blind, they're here to stay.
She sunk into this darkened place,
with her own pain and disgrace.
She feels trapped, wanting out,
but cannot see beyond her doubt.
Even if she did go back,
there are things that she would lack.
She still had questions in her heart
but the answers stood apart.
And so she sunk down,
to this place to drown,
in the questions that she always ponders,
forcing her to forever wander.
How does she decide,
from what is wrong and what is right.
Feeling when her heart is torn.
shifting, morphing. changing form.
Knowing that she cannot hide,
from the things she feels inside.
But she cannot face them,
cannot place them,
cant erase them.
As she wanders, she searches.
Not knowing what shes looking for.
Until her savior finally emerges,
she will wander ever more.