Fall from Grace

Like an injured dog deserted,

Left in forest to die with agony.

Her company plagued,

Her masters thoughts only.

As he turned away, his back she faced.

Though still there, never she felt more lonely.

Content to be leashed,

Yet to her pain,his heart turned stony.

Due to short comings marooned,

In a dark spot where delusional thoughts accompany.

She prepped,

Her final blow from destiny.

In her climb she was cheered,

Now became a prey to misogyny.

At verge she stood and groaned,

Before taking final leap with image turned phony .