Driven To Insanity

In a field full of that tall grass,
just an ordinary field you might see,
she was there, content to be.
The wind splayed her blonde hair all around,
its wealth abounding across her face
as she surveyed this place, this world
in its own fine graces.
Though the world would accept talent,
and nobles were taken in,
relentless abandonment continued,
imbued in this fragile, female creature.
To teach her civility was useless,
for her mess of a mind resisted
and assisted an act of isolation,
bringing her down in devastation.
An infestation of thoughts controlled her,
roiled and sold her to a prison
that only made incisions in the heart.
Escaped, in part, and lost,
she shows up on no roster,
blank in the idea of recording,
white in the fields of their memory.
Tremoring, she gives way to the desires
and sires further fruitless rejection
that only adds to the dejection
in her lonely art.