You wear me down with disappointment
Oh life, where is your soothing ointment
To compensate me for my grief
Why do you fail to bring relief?
I suspend my judgment, ignoring doubts,
My every kindness is canceled out,
You misinterpret all my leads
You turn them into foul misdeeds;
I sit in wonder in my chair
My reason studying my despair;
How can I frame myself more clear,
You hesitate as I draw near;
No concern or ready favor
Can illuminate your ill behavior;
Love can’t dislodge that poison dart,
Extending from your mother’s heart.
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