Poor Soul
You have played I think;
and broken the toys you were fondest of;
Because it's been so good...for so long
Poor soul so sunk in sin
I fear and hope, I burn and freeze like ice
I desire to perish yet I ask health
I love another and thus I hate myself
I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain
thus displeaseth me both death and life
and every wicked fancies I chanced to see
No peace, comfort, I could find
and crazily and wearily I came back.
It seemed to melt away
Copyright © Muyesu Amboga | Year Posted 2020
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