Complexities in the Solitary World

Climbing on to the complexity that made her so restless,
She stared blankly at the moonlit patch of grass.
With the obscure thoughts in her mind,
And everlasting thoughts that wouldn't pass.
Swelled with a turmoil of undefined emotions,
She cleared off the tears from her topaz eyes.
She lay depressedly in the tranquil environment,
Engulfed in the reverberating voices of unlimited cries.
Her worries seemed to be unknowingly futile,
As she walked down the lonely road.
She wondered her purpose in the fraudulent world,
As her tethering depressions finally slowed.
She never uttered a word that day,
For she waited and waited.
Bored by the view of the enchanted,
There only was a big wish that she awaited.
Years passed, still the lone maiden waited for a company, even though antsy.
Her hair strewn as if strings of fire, on her delicate face.
Her pleads and cries were all in vain.
She remained alone in the solitary place.
The lone maiden intense by what she whispered,
And the words of wit which reflected her fake existence in the ball of fire.
Still she came across nothing but another stream of bad luck,
Thus she looked upon to her burning desire.