Sore Sentiments

Exhausted, emotionally and intellectually.

But still she tries to hold on, she lives, and hopes for.

Every now and then, she seeks for her own comfort place.

She gets tired of talking,

and even writing,

in the third person point of view

and then she resorts to her usual desolate place -

his heart.

She struggles and in the end,

she neither fails nor wins.

She crumbles.

Inebriated, orally and subconsciously.

But still she scours for her soul, she strives, and hopes for.

Every little thing, she finds for her own peaceful cave.

She dreams of leaving,

and even escaping,

into the vast unknown

but she curdles back to her usual resonating place -

his heart.

She struggles until the very end

then she wins.

She fumbles.