Descend

For a kind word to listen, I stretch my ear;
crooning siren’s call the only thing I hear.
Who to say? What to say?
My sorrows bloom like nature in May.

Dark caves of my soul I desperately explore.
I try to find hope’s precious, dwindling ore;
was my sanity’s so high the toll?
Did in my ignorance I mined it all?

In moonlighten paths my fantasies ride;
I fear and I cry, this empty space seems so wide…
My loneliness expands in this circle self-made.
My only mirage, my bitterness, a poison-serving maid.