Hovering right above ground,
Stranded in the midst of air,
Below the surface she drowned,
Inhaling all as despair.
Peculiarly still she glowed,
A smile ensured by sincerity,
Normality in it she abode,
In depth yet choked with vulgarity.
Hypocrisy and cowardice it stood,
Within the struggle to perpetuate,
Nostalgia for days in childhood,
Hope has yet to be illustrate.