Unrequited

grief rubs the vocals and dungeons they belt out
punishment for short falls while long ones they play out
mercy stares at me yet denies me my out
mighty waves swallow me I feel fear and doubt
sins are stretched a list rolled out
this is your lot so says her pout
I wish to sing but where’s my shout
hid it’s in the yellow flower’s bout
this a fight in which I am not stout
eat at me it does how I become gaunt
I hear the sun dim and my wit thrown out
let this dirge ring as my heart nurses a clout
for I freely give yet receive only…