Tired of yearning for so long
Withered her boundless soul searches for a singsong
Long enduring suffering keeps her awake all night long
Leaves her with no more doubts that nowhere for sure she belongs
All that she wanted now more than ever, was to feel no more wrong...an armor for a cover
But sorrows and pain told her so much,everyday a different story
It seems that all they were much stronger than her own will to feel no more crossly
All that she longed for now, was for this torturing nightmare to be over
Always circling gray clouds...dark thoughts consuming all her days...
There isn't much out there that gives her any more pleasure
Her daily routine clashes, with severed bouts of deep depression always
And in her self-made gardens of may,herself she sees,
carrying beautifully bouquet of nosegay.
Dorian Petersen Potter