Black Waves

Walls of ink;
Black waves
Hurl her frail body
To and fro.

She lunges at the sky
To escape
The depths
That would consume her

Prose lifted her lips
Into a smile.
Music made her believe
In love, life and justice.

Like an artist spills emotions
In psychedelic splashes of acrylic paint
Like firewood tossed into a roaring flame
Each syllable that rolled off a worn book page
Each word cried from the mouth of a bitter musician
Resonated within her

But when she left her house
Stepping out into the violent daylight
Things were different.

Blinking, realisation filtered
Into her mind
As the sun's warmth washed
Across her surroundings

Her dearest writers wrote
Of what they wished would be
But who spoke
Of reality?