Looking down upon
The botched up plans
Crafted in fact
By my own youthful hands
Now lying in the stagnant waters
Of a well of forgotten dreams
Remembering that
Not everything is how it seems;
The love we rested upon
Is not as strong as it used to be
But a scattered reflection
In which I sought
The security and protection
That is no longer there
Only a vacant and hollow stare
Gazing back at me
From the well of forgotten dreams.
Catherine Lucy Rowland 
This is a very complete poem, doing so many things I often want from poetry, inculding sending a shiver down my spine. I love this one, and with it, Rowland will be joining Auden and Marcinkevičius on my wall.
Tom… thank you so much for expressing your exact sentiments after reading my poetry. It honestly means the world to me that it has impacted you in such a way and I feel honoured to be amongst the likes of Auden in your eyes! I feel deeply encouraged, which I am ever grateful for.