In the seven given wells of time,
Let the sorrow that crawls in I'm,
Guarded gates, enter through.
Engulf my heart, bitter true.
Days in past, I swayed along;
Drops of ice, faded . . . gone.
Streaks of blood, crawling pane,
Rock in rhyme, tear streaked rain.
Torn with scattered memories
Ignored the pain . . . I perceives.
Wilted flower dipped in mind
Release the choking, scarring bind.