View from inside

A break from reality

Suspended amongst the clouds


Oblivious from the events of yesterday

Not a woman, no longer a girl

What’s done can not be undone,

What was said can not be unheard

What’s tainted can not be scrubbed clean

A persecution of naive ideals

Replaced with a conditioned set of rules

For existing in this new time and place

A front row seat from inside the madness.