Semblance

She is but an image;
built from your own mind.
A similitude of growing old,
and feeling dull.
She’s just a feeling;
Created from the depths of his soul.
A likeness only of her emotion;
and a pretense of her similarity.
Sometimes feeble minded;
sporadically seethe with understanding.
A conception of representation;
a mere fragment, a breath of life.
Befitting an aura of darkness;
absorbed by doubt.
Just a pretext of air;
she’s almost wasting space.
She is but an analogy;
lost but cosigned with hope.
He chose to confiscate her;
he can’t mask her beauty.
She is what she is.