Fallen Sorrows

Encountering a depth of fallen sorrows, she stumbles to regain her identity.

She is not one within herself, experiencing reality from a brief subconscious thought.

A multitude of purposeful misfortunes have lead her to a lost beginning.

Darkness overthrows the silhouettes, the mirror image of remorse.

A strength unfamiliar creates a canopy of illusions, destined to become a frailty of desire. Is the gesture silent pr merely deceitful? Hopes hang in the distance that meaningless remarks remain so.