Inhale as enduring a lie as the truth
Collecting this ash on benevolent youth.
Conformity molding the seal left behind
Concealing potential remained undefined.
This clay that had dried, intertwining their wrists
Expands with the pressure enforced by her fists,
Greying and aging by years unrepaired
Ruins the only potential they shared.
Veiled by the shield of a false woman’s force
Denying all hints of disheveled remorse
She’ll trudge through the murk that her promises wept
And imprison her trust ‘till a promise is kept.