Help me! She cried
In grassy repose
Her breath clear and strong
Again from her run
Cerulean canvas
And pure white cloud
Remind her she’s small
In case there was doubt
The wind from the west
Blows oak and beech wild
Twin centaurs watch over
This poor weeping child
Crows call as dusk falls
Dog walkers go home
Still she remains there
Breath calm now, alone
No comfort provided
From the continuous moan
Of wind that blows onward
No answers shall come
No whispers of solace
For her desolate heart
Nature has spurned her
As he split her apart
So back home she goes
Forsaken and sad
I’ll make you feel better
Says the glass on the side
Ignored by the wind
Dismissed by her man
The gin numbs the pain
As only booze can
But it’s brief relief
From a deep rooted hurt
She needs to accept
His rejection of her
His life goes on
As though she’s not there
Worthless to he with whom
Life she would share
She knows it’s over
Can’t cope with the loss
Of potential love shared
If he wasn’t steadfast
But he chooses a life
Devoid of her love
Beyond the potential
He’s aware of
Far from the light
She shines on him
He chooses his path
And leaves her to gin
