Collection of Mystical Poetry

The Drowned Girl

She was so tired of all of this,

And she knew she couldn't resist.

Her one and only pleasure in life was writing

But how to do that when you want to unfurl ?

She tried to tell them what she was doing

But they denied those ideas that were pearls

Her flow of consciousness

Was so authentic and modern

And despite her success

She suffered from her own criticism

So she made up her decision

To end this life of depression

In the most relatable and horrible way

The flow would cease in the water grey

She picked up rocks and put them in her pockets

So that her weight would make her fall and fall

She looked at the lake and became the most quiet

After a last thought for her lost ones and their eyeballs

She jumped into the water,

Virginia Woolf, drowned in anger.