From where, please tell me, did these feelings arise
This inexplicable sadness that cripples my eyes
And tires my mind into unbearable languor?

And how did this anger breed from nothing that was
Into a furious evil sprite that grips me in its claws
Beating me until only I am blacker?

If anyone were haunted then surely it must be me -
For what else in this earth could strain such misery
In the self of one who was once so pure?

One more time, please tell me, what am I to do,
When days of anguish seem to amass -
Death being a choice easier to endure?

Marcey Gray
©2003