My shell is filled with pain,
No safety in its hollow.
Outside I hear the rain,
Pattering on the gallows.
...
Purple Flowers
Purple Flowers,
Grow in my mind,
Behind answers,
I try to find.
I watch my garden,
As it burns,
I am the warden,
Of these ferns.
Flowers I water,
Every day,
There I loiter,
Funny to say.
For this is my mind,
With purple flowers,
Behind answers, I try to find.