Of my loneliness made me a castle
With dank sorrow colored the walls
On the moat mistrust, dark suspicion
Unrighteous anger man the gate.
Shut myself up barricaded in grief
Wounds re-opened constant repeating
Closed eyes to any trace of cheer
But hope , that pernicious weed, struggled
Forced through the cracking concrete
Of my hardened heart
Led gold-gladdened sunshine, bright butterflies
And my wallowing unhappiness mocked.
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