National Poetry Writing Month: Day Seven, "Ms Sharp"

 

Her spies are everywhere,
Laying secrets bare.
Findings within a library,
Processed like a factory.

Hide among the rubble,
Mask deep your troubles.
Mortality’s grievous price,
Courage within a vice.

Supress your true desires,
She’ll put out those passionate fires.
Webs covering the well,
Inertia and silent hell.

She ushers a new age,
Writing history’s next page.
The iron in the shadows,
The hangman at the gallows.