Fear, pain, darkness all over me
The words my mind painted to describe my anxiety,
But no one I could speak of its entirety,
As I cry inside... my mind is telling me that I've lost my sanity. ...
LADY, in thy proud eyes
There is a weary look,
As if the spirit we know through them
Were daunted with rebuke
To think that the heart of man henceforth
Is read like a read book.
Lady, in thy lifted face
The solitude is sore;
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