Gloomy

I was abdicated, not once, but many times by many different people; but still, each rejection drove a cool red down, down, in between my teeth which were ground-white stubs of glum, glum, glum. And the way they tread on my tenderness is still agony, made so much more so by my embarrassment, my resentment, and my pride, and the cool, cool, red of my inside, made my heart stop its glum, glum, glum In the sun, I was a happy critter - so able and content a child just rampant; a worshipper of the spring, but when life stopped itself, midway through, I could not help but be a little glum.