The Tortured Poet

her quick-footed gait resonates
as she walks through the halls
one cannot help but wonder
whether or not she is going to fall
from her shoulder to her foot
her skin is marked with dark ink
with cryptic symbols and emblems
that will definitely make you think
not complacent in her position
she is looking for a way out
but cannot seem to decide
which way is the right route
so in this department she will stay
until she can decide where to go
sitting quietly in her cube
letting her creativity flow
she produces strings of words
that can sting to the touch
that we sometimes wonder
if she has said too much
her grievances and annoyances
she’ll have no trouble expressing
but her poetic deliverance of such
makes her voice less irritating
but each word we can see
is dripping with much sarcasm
and countless amounts of issues
we all know that she has them
we wonder why she works here
with the talents she does possess
but who is it exactly
that she it trying so hard to impress?
maybe there is something
that she already knows
that those so-called-talents wont take her
to wherever she decided she wants to go
so we will now take on bets
on when she will finally abscond
but with her procrastinating nature
perhaps this day will never come