For there is no music to calm her soul..

From a word bank challenge on another site.

In the game of hide and seek, there is nowhere to go
Lost in the land where ghost lay,
There are no sounds of the ballet sounding out
No music to calm her soul.
Her school of thoughts, like a dictionary, word for word
She searches out new meanings, haiku pieces
All rhyming together to form random thoughts.
Her initiative was to try and find the truth of it all
Endless nights of staying awake, staring into the nothingness
Of the darkest of moments, space beyond her reach
Cups of coffee lay scattered at her feet
Applications of her life lay inside a photo book
Taped neatly, showing throughout the years
From her birthday of one and up, teenage years,
To marriage, joy and love, children and dreams
Yet all is never what it seems.
For ultimately sometimes all comes to an end
Divorce. Oh how fast her happiness did descend.

And she softly sighs..

For there is no music to calm her soul.
For in the game of hide and seek,
There is nowhere to go..

Author's Note

This came from a challenge for a word bank from another site. Using the words given I had to come up with a poem that sounded somewhat normal.. hard to do, yet loved doing it!
Words:
BALLET, GHOST, SCHOOL,DEDICATED, BIRTHDAY,Initiative, COFFEE,NOWHERE,DICTIONARY,HAIKU,APPLICATIONS,DIVORCE

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Excellent job in using them words! I bet some people can even relate to this!

[KAREN]

You did a great job! Seemed sad though, no music to clam her soul, no place to go!
For there is no music to calm her soul.
For in the game of hide and seek,
There is no where to go.
Great ending to a great poem!