A Fiasco

A poem she wrote,
And the world honored her fanaticism
All minds; a dross world;
Embedded in her legends
Agreement and empathy;
Were the blessed gifts of time
Her detached point of view
Raised questions
A lame loner;
has a thousand devotees
Soul is a fulcrum
yet she could not move the boulder
tailor-made life is; sometimes,
moving on the conveyor belt
dissolving the fascination,
in the water it drinks
her emollient remedies
soothed a million hearts
yet the ointment itself
burned her inflamed area
praised in a thousand midnight songs
Eulogized with mighty words
a wax lyrical object
yet a fiasco
In her own sense…