Mona

A pain recalled can never be retold

My heart did wrench for her on that dim street

The deep effect I felt bestirred ten fold

Yet I recall indeed her tone so sweet

 

She acted lonely and was near age ten

Like gentle rain her tears deluged my mind

A maiden’s plaintive crying heard by men

Produces eyes of blood and anger blind

 

I heard her sad denial when she walked

It tore at me as I was struck and dumbed

I nearly wept at her soft mewling talk

To her heroic spirit I succumbed

 

“It was not me” she sobbed without remorse

At this my nature heaved a primal force