I once dreamt of an open field,
The bareness of which alone did shield,
A shadow so frail, in a shadow as such
There were these times of my life, when things forever went wrong!
She never had been so easy to endure,
The hardest part of her, am not just sure.
''When loneliness becomes your forbidden partner,
and Trouble knocks and shoots up at the door,
of a heart about to crush and wither,
with sorrows built up over and more.
Streams that flow in ink and out
Rampant emotions to wilt yet sprout
The ode to being the root for change
In a world buried, so deadly estrange.