I am a wretch,
a woman who loved
Too strong- too soon.
My heart,
It bleeds.
My mind,
It's fixed.
It denies being retrained.
Alone it seems
For me to be.
I wallow long
To drown in the dark,
THE PIT.
And my song?
It is squelched-
With my lark.
Written July 11, 1998
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