yes, even here -
amidst uncertainty and fear -
melancholy - this disease,
here amongst green and budding trees
of spring who cry out natures hope,
all the while the hopeless rope
of sadness hugs my
fragile neck,
old friend of mine
he visits me and keeps my soul
from being free.
With sorrows disappointment brings
the death knell of my
childish dreams -
dreams concocted by girlish heart
whose demise began before the start,
yet, they start, and start, and start again -
oh, disappointment - lifelong friend,
you never fail me,
here you stay,
and keep those girlish dreams at bay.
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