Transcension

Torn into fragments her soul rests
In the profound darkness of the night
Upon her sorrow she must dwell
A cruel world she protests

No longer can she despondently observe
The dissolution of her emotions
For her utmost lack of predilection
She feels she does not deserve

“Why most I go on in a state of abnegation?”
She asks with a forlorn expression upon her face
The lugubrious mindset she finds herself in
Is the root of her unmitigated frustration

When the day is done the sun shall set
She cares not for her continuance
A neoteric embarkation on another lifetime
When life comes to its demise a new one is met

Pursuing this epiphany she escapes this plane
Her soul transcends into the mystic blue
Away from this deplorable place in which we abide
To an allusive existence most arcane