The Writers' Circle

Something that can't be disciplined nor measured for account;
Its distorted vision blurred with a fool's everyday tears, 
But its symbolic numbers are far more hypocrisy. Time!
A mistaken fool accepted a death threat from a father. 

The troubled past is to lounge in the fool's coming life.
Dressed in beautiful garments the fool introduced pen to paper,
Conveying the acceptance to a compromised decision. 
Emotionally blackmailed by the woman who gave birth to her.

The trusted companion revolted to an avenging traitor, 
With the conduction of the fool's marriage at a tender 17.
Dowry was given in trade for the lifeless corpse.
The girl who once had a meaning is now without meaning. 

Looking back at childhood times,
Drifting from society, losing her sanity and eliminating knowledge, 
That's her norm from the day she accepted the compromised decision.
Crippled from fear of divorce, destruction of two families;

She seals her lips that are eager to leak the heart's desires.
What's to happen now?
Can she be the first to tame the continuous time?
Or will her life be another waste much like her mother's.