Mysteries I Wanted To Unfold

This sickness that twined around my soul Till I became blind and couldn’t see, Carved upon me a vacant hole From which ambition was set free It had been worth living, When they perceived me as mature What have I been thriving? What on earth was demure? They tell me I have been happy That I was who I wanted to be With their voices so husky, They roll the blame all over me They ask me not to lie For no one would I satisfy I endeavored to fly, loved to flutter, But my lovely road diverged In the sky, I could but wonder, When doggedness would be emerged I merely thought when There was nothing to think about, Endlessly sought then, Afraid to see them shout. Till it became fatal cold, I ran under the rain Mysteries I wanted to unfold But I couldn’t remain Who could anyway Deny the truth and continue the play? Jessica J. Hanna 2005