It's only now that I realise,
Decades of mourning will cease no cries.
Love and disaster sewn in one,
The eternal inferno I was destined to burn.
Damaged was I, maybe a little more now
Revived regrets into piles, and how!
Like dead petunias on the sea afloat,
Like blandness of a solitary piano note,
I fell apart from the world to endure,
The burden of a soul, impure.