Always feeling unsure she leaves.

Maybe it's her fault.

Her structure is dismantled.

With her constant array of doubts.

Always injuring herself with self assaults.

Innumerable reasons she count.

For her to be non existent in this drought.

One day she seeked all the pleasures she brought.

But filling herself with all the hollowness she flew.

Up in the sky becoming a symbol of guiding light.

She felt ecstatic and sedated.

Mitigating all worries she elated.

But she never knew why she was aloof.

She gradually started to feel despair.

There was nobody beside to make her beware.

Fear of the unknown always haunted her.

As everybody was gazing her with the feeling of awe and dismay.

But air stated to seep out through the layers of her bloated surface.

Which dictated her journey from becoming a prayer to prey.