State of Mind

Fortlet

Just a muffled cry,

And she was quiet again.
Maybe it was better,
If her silence remained.

Sitting in her little fortlet
She thought she was,
Out of everyone's way
Safe from every blow.

Oh, but little did she know,
To shut everything outside,
All she could manage,
Was killing herself inside.

For all the dreams,

That didn't last.
And all the hope,
That came, but passed.
She thought she moved on,

A little too fast.

But did she, really?

I think not.
Because buried inside,

Nothing remains.