The Crazy lady by the post 

She dwells in heaven, simplistic and pure, 
In a maze one cannot decipher- she travels alone 
She dreams of drops of sunlight as she shivers in the dark cold night, 
A burst of infused emotion , intoxicated by the finest wine. 

She sleeps next to the lamp post, the pavement her pillow soft, 
The dark sky her blanket, the nature orchestrates the melancholy song 
A passerby glares, every muscle twitched with genuine disgust 
‘The freak of nature – faded symbol of failure, loathe and petty human sympathy’ 

The ruthless reality had scarred her, whipped for every smile 
But deep in her tired weak heart, she still found warmth once a while 
She had locked up the pain, shame and anger deep in her head, 
All brewed up to form a vile concoction, that was up to the brim. 

Children screams and adult grunts- her conversation of the day 
Her tears once flowed like a mountain stream-now all dried up and gray. Even God, it seemed, was not on her side- a sole army of none 
The clouds were always darker on her side-sometimes a drizzle , sometimes a storm 

Now her insanity,never seemed so sane-a hapless victim of monotonous pain. I would have helped her if I could,but the contagious human hatred had caught me too 
Why did she endure ? Why did she breathe? This air so cold , the mocking breeze 
Death could have been a better friend to her -No gold , no frankincense but only myrrh. 

So shed a tear drop or two, let the stone heart crack a bit, 
Sadness never put on such a spectacle and it was still hard for us to see. 
A perfect painting of human pain, every color so painfully dabbed 
The crazy lady by the post- the sore reality, the future , the present, the past .