Evolution of a soul

She had a life or believed she could,
a cause for which she neither knew nor cared.
Never questioned but faithfully followed,
taught through silent breaths of piety and worship.

She was made to and was joined,
through the heart and a glistening thread promised.
Unwavering and unquestioning she had conformed,
the luxuries of thought and question left unheeded.

Promises were made and left unfulfilled,
like ghosts they did haunt her wake.
With the thread she had blossomed and flowered,
With the thread she had borne two fruits.

One was born dark and shadowed,
but nevertheless grew sweet and flourished.
One that was fairly spritely and endowed,
went with the wind to the distant unknowns.

Deliberate and sure, she ever grew so bitter,
until recognition was futile, even for her own.
Never was that face of her seen before,
never was that face of her desired upon.

Sure as her footsteps on the steps of stone,
definite as passing of time and deep pain,
She ploughed on through and thorough,
questions in distress and in vain.

Stuck in Ennui

Coward that I am, shall run...
When there is nowhere left to run, I shall fly...
now the sky is all taken, where shall I run?
only sanity remains, constantly ebbing away.

no more reasons left to remain,
dawning cognition promises to liberate,
emotions long left unruffled and pristine,
until evolve it does through lack of restrain.

Mindless and stricken, the gloating of pain,
gentle and caressed you fall in the rain,
until drenched in the ache, you will lay,
morning comes along, your will it will sway.