hidden meaning in words

she is looking for an alternative
an escape from the blue haze of her thoughts
her mind feels like melted ice cream

ten years and she cannot escape
her Irish-like wild swings between moods
she travels far and wide, sees so many sights
and it serves as her escape
but like edgar allan poe
her depression returns in the morning hours.


she tries to send signals for help
she tries so hard to salvage souls, but cannot save herself
life stretches before her, more endless than a mountain range
and she cannot seem to find the greener pastures promised her.
her mind is torn between wild roses and harsh thorns
and she feels as though she is being sucked out into an ocean tide
reading too much into things, and yet not enough

apples to apples, dust to dust
no, hats off to her as she cries out
so empathetic to others
that she cannot always speak out her needs...