Third Month - poem

Indeed the ray of hope was here at last,
Yet it quickly vanished and just gone past.

Why kept so silent, why just walked away?
What's my crime, what did I do wrong today?

Why do I deserve to be treated like that?
Why killed my joy, why made me very sad?

Third month is going to be worse than month two,
Gloom fills the air, days ahead seem blue too.

- Bee

posted Friday, May 27, 2005