[The Disquiet] a poem

A woman cannot be just another entity;

 she dreams of the world aflutter

 before the world ever knew it could take flight

-of laughs, she can force the one vacant cry

on paper and

let no one read them

 the pain is the entity that comes from unread pages

-and of love,

if she finds none,

she’ll find it in her mind,

a mirror of conceit,

a disquiet to render her reality

bearable and sound.

Dontrell Lovet't
-from [Leitmotif]