On a Day Blanched with Wintry Pallor
— A year ago it might have been
Since my heart emitted that awful din;
In the sheer magnitude of misery
It eclipsed the grieved wail of a banshee —
A cry so gut-wrenching and horrible,
It was absolutely unbearable.
Yet the heart that had suffered so was mine
As it flailed in a lake of bitter brine
That had treacherously pooled in my breast;
And at this despairing heart's crazed behest,
I had travelled far to see if I could
Make well again what once had seemed so good.
I'd even thought to start my life anew
Guided by this sad heart's deluded view.
So to an island across the ocean
I had journeyed and thus set in motion
Weird events which would in the end conclude
With unveiling of facts that would preclude
Me from continuing to hide the truth,
Not only from myself about the youth
For whom I had lost my head, but as well
From him whom I'd also put through such hell
With my coldness and my lack of caring
When I'd left while subversively baring
To him what I had a year ago done
And maliciously found such daring fun.
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