The Snare of Infatuation
The tumult of fears and doubts keeps her there,
I see her ever so often and each time she looks fatigued,
Never do I see her smiling,
Never do I see her laugh any more,
She resides in this pit and denies she is in it,
Her dependence on this one soul thing will one day crush her,
She has lost herself as a result in the flood,
Washed away from friends and peers,
On a rushing path out to the vastness of the sea,
Where aid was offered her way to escape the flood she lashed out,
Denying the danger of her decision,
She continues on to the path of destruction,
We want to help her but help she wants not,
One day, one night, she’ll realize her snare, this I know.