A Glimpse Poem by Sarah Persson

Markings on the wall confirm the madness,
The times she'd sat and counted days alone,
Her thoughts had passed the time away constrained,
In a mind conflicting, sad, consuming soul.

She could be the angel cast to sidelines,
The animal with yellowing, vicious claws,
The girl sat in the corner sobbing gently,
The maniac, content within her flaws.

Sometimes her mind is filled with soft fulfillment
And other times the thoughts could not compare,
Insanity, intent on building boundaries,
No normality, no heart to give, to care.

Sunken deep within throughout the years,
Her life held cruel commitment to her cause,
For all the world around had drifted, wandered,
Leaving her restrained within her insane by-laws.