Doctrine of Agony

she breathes by the moonrise
a wall to cross again
beneath the calmness
rests an anger upon her stare

she looks past d window
a dogma to sign
a fluid understanding
of the treachery and d lie.

she hangs on the extreme
battling for her share of air
fell amid d clay
a brawl to dictate her ways

encrusted in miseries
her fall was a disclosure
testimony for her time
to be run over by nine

clawed to her doctrine
she leaped towards d Nile
drowned in the beauty
of pain and denial.