my heart dropped
as everything hit
tears being mopped
empty stomach pit
heart having stopped

emotion flooding in
leaving a wake
no one left in the den
crying a lake
I can never win

gets harder and harder
for the smile to come back
sick of being a larder
now an empty sack
nothing left to barter


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Scarlatan, in the year 636 AF.