Neither Here Nor There

She plods down this solitary path
which is suited for only one
and lets this familiar loneliness engulf her
deluding her with thoughts of solitude.

Flitting all around are butterflies in perfect symmetry,
goading and abetting her with lies of jubilee.
But perhaps these hyperboles may be true
not just pure fabrications made up by a few.

Yet, she has buried her heart away
where no man, beast or higher being can revive
to keep her sanity- this is the price she has to pay.

Scouring for her sempiternal other half,
she hates this lingering loneliness
and tries futilely to elude its hell-born handcuffs

But the loneliness loves her.