She speaks in riddles
And answers questions with twists and turns
Her smiles are vague and distant
But her words rarely tell the stories deep inside
Stories of thunderclouds and lightening
Chasing winds too loud for her shaken mind
Darkness bigger than the thoughts she allows
Swallowing herself
Drowning in rain but never screaming
She listens to their questions and contemplates
Answering in complicated riddles
That sound so terribly clever
But amount to nothing
As she runs from what she does not know
Softly crying in the dark
Holding on to a tomorrow she can only beg for
Each night in semi-dark empty rooms
Drowning in her own thoughts
She reaches out and hopes for assistance
But only all too rarely
Because usually she just speaks in riddles
In twists and turns that keep her a step ahead of herself
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