pounding head, aching heart
nothing left but sorrow…
fallen pieces of what could be
linger now like broken rainbows
upon the floor-
and of this heart, i cannot speak,
the pain has choked the words
that might have explained my
broken dream…
though the sun shines, and birds
sing, and all that was good still
drifts upon the waves of fresh
and pretty air
my dungeon is in darkness
that no one can see
and here I remain willingly