Lost It

She' lost it
And I don't even know if she cares to look for it
Or where to look if she got the urge
Seek and Ye shall find they say
But her search is filled by clutter
Questions and more Questions
Tempered by a flood of uselessness
Pathetic answers attempting to dampen a fire filled soul
Anger intended to intimidate
Failing at her feet
MONSTER
That's what we would call her
Labeling her indiscretions as malicious
Heinous crimes
Arms filled with signs of self mutilation
Sitting adjacent Angels and Death
As they flip the pages of this open book

Perspective on the Poem:
This poem along with others are inspired by interactions with one of my favorite women at the prison. She always spikes my interest because her crimes would lead most to think that she is un-empathetic and a monster. I find, that she is just a person, who seen so much dark in the world, that she has a hard time believing that light exists anymore.