Loved by the one
who can't fill my needs
unloved by the Other
who can
the irony is
that she'd take me back now
yet that path I just can't
trod again
though love for our son
is our only real bond
all else feels but empty
and sad
the only true one
to accept me as I am
when the Other sees only
the bad
The one I want not
the Other I can't have
shall anyone ever
want me
shunned and ashamed
Other's heart fast withdrawn
if only with third eye
she'd see
left here all alone
in the dark and the cold
I could wallow in sure
misery
still I alone know
given a chance I could show
the world, yet no chance
they
give me
So I grin and I bear
Scarlet Letter I wear
my compassion for all counts
for naught
no time can I do
no punishment enough
only anguish and pain have
I bought
yet that price is so high
I sometimes want to die
a thousand lives wouldn't
pay
the cost
these tears that I bleed
the anguish that seethes
what more can I give?
All is lost.
What more can I do?
All is dust . . .
