Lament

Now that the old cloud of clumsy curse Encountered with my gentle person And branched over me, a horrible Tree of lightening, crushed me almost To desert like a lonely cacti. And those rest on my couch cozy With the blades of beautiful boughs Tear apart my mattress of love Exposing me to steel bars Eating up the flesh of my back Breaking this old mine and wrecked spine. The streak of old sun now In the disguise of warmth Piercing through artless bones Nothing but a pain plain I laughed for after all At senses, I'd have wept