What prevails except

The silence within?

You speak no words

And so my thoughts

Are reflected in

And yet I have made my heart

A wealthy storehouse of love

To show you that for me

Your happiness is enough

But instead tis trapped

In this enslavement of solitude

In which several worlds collide;

Several parts of my being

From which I cannot hide

Such as the subdued anger

Of my repudiated self

Which awaits rejuvenating,

To be restored to natural health.