I suffer ineffably for you

For what you claimed

You have put me through

But how canst thou know it?

For what was assumed to

Have been the worst,

Only became worse still;

Now I am falling deeper

Into this pit of ill will

My woe still monsters itself thus;

What have I but demons of fear and mistrust?

It shines its snarling face at me and withers away thenceforth;

Now of my greater worries are the Devil and his cast iron pitchfork.

Blacker still from all this

Suffering and strife,

I grit my teeth relentlessly,

Vowing to hold onto my life

To hold onto all the better

Memories we shared,

Reminding me that

Through all this turmoil

There is an angel who will have me spared.