Chanced upon a fragile soul.

Despondency overwhelmed it;

poignant agonies filled up inside.

However, the surroundings, of quiescent

melancholy, gave it a place to reside

in.

Thought t'was completely

broken, thought the lingering

hurt in it would never subside.

But today, things happened

unexpectedly. Too much

laughter, too much talk;

too good to be true. Seemed

like the abysmal misery had

already been omitted, &

things went just too smoothly.

The talk about her outlandish

behaviour(it was THAT serious),

just hauled all racing thoughts

to the forlorn scene of the

shattered soul.

Why is everyone

broken?