Dreaming...the life that is never to be!

The lonely Dame confided in solidarity to her only means of escape...
dreaming......


For a day she sits alone,
her eyes are closed,
hands are frozen
For a minute she is crying,
almost breaking,
deep inside
For a time she is dreaming,
feels neglected,
isolated
For a lifetime she is dying,
forever haunted,
let her hide.
let her just be..
let her just live in her own world..
and her own fantasies...
If that is where she can find some peace,
some solace...some time to breath...
and live to the fullest maybe!?
So let it be....let her be ..
let her live in her own dreams!