Night and silent fiction
Full and gloomy with abstraction
Miles and miles and forever alive
Sombre and thick, always thrive!
The growing man, the aging woman
The weary life, minds full of plan
Big empty roads with frost
Sunset that fades, dawn we can’t trust!
Sky so eternal, but sometime full of offense
Showing aging woman noting but suspense.
Youth had flamed like a wild thing
It had bloomed like a rose of spring.
The wasted youth, its harsh blow!
Now I hum, I hum with fright
With voiceless mouth in this dusky night!! …