So what...

(Screw iambic pentameter and rhyme... sometimes words don't fit. Doesn't make them any less true.)

Fire burning in empty eyes,

rage and hate and bitter lies,

yearning for the happy times

a single soul cries out.

Laced and caged and bound to shadow

she sits and waits for silence to follow

the days and nights, all far too long

shatter past, and then they're gone.

gone

like lights put out in fallow dawn.

Never sown with motivation

never leaving the sordid station

she's there,

where she'll always be

because she's forgotten something ever so simple:

How to breath.