Solitude

She stands alone, curtains drawn
her door is locked
not even the birds come to flock
she has a snake, of course its fake
as she sits there hoping someday it will wake

what's made her hide away from the world?
she once was a talented poet

the words of others played on her mind
she had so much baggage
and could no longer find
the road that led her to poetry

she listened to others, who wanted her gone
green eyed monsters jealous and wrong
so now she’s alone
but, her mind still has the power
to write her poetic songs
 
the beauty that’s inside her
she no longer wants to share
she’s closed the door on poetry
it’s left her in despair

but locked inside, never to be heard
just seems like such a crime?
no one gave her a chance
she sits alone, and cries

only she can hear the music
she stands alone to dance
writing poems and fables
in her poetry ridden trance

unsure of how to break the spell
in hope someday, someone will care
It's such a loss and so unfair...

this talented poet will die there.