The Distance Poem by Mansab Elmago

As if she was reluctant to go,
She deployed a scale
Many miles away from home
Before she settled down to form a new mail, .

Loses over lilies and roses
Smokey signals of her burning souls
Blunt pencils refused to write words
She sweared 'i will live with one monotone'

Of graveyard weather, vapour and autumn,
She reckon through thy soul
Saved for the foolish men
These children are the only reason she has that memory.

She manufactures ghosts,
Compose tunes of her heart that's lost
And although sometimes she wishes to find a host,
She closes the window with bangs and curses the evening sun.
She's too far gone.