In Vain
Wasn't I crazy,
Or was I mad,
To yearn for love,
That could be had.
Wasn't I reckless,
To believe that skies,
Would clear once more,
For my weeping eyes.
Isn't it ironic,
That life should remain,
After all that's treasured,
Has ceased in vain.
A melancholy storm,
Constricting love with its noose,
Has left me alone,
In a life so obtuse.
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