In living an existence of insanity
A being of absolutely solidarity,
She found solace among inanimate objects
Amidst her life which was completely wrecked.
She fell in love with words.
When everyone thought her to be absurd,
She made books her escape mechanism
While her heart screamed abstract expressionism.
She fell in love with fantasy
Loathing her reality,
Making her miseries unconscious
She made books her life’s colossus.