Crippled by a mind
that sees menace in every corner
and malice in every look,
the anguished soul cries, “No more.”
At the last,
her sigh a white flag,
cheek resting on her hand,
weary beyond measuring,
she murmurs,
“Maybe this is a dream.
That is what we can hope for,
that this is all a dream.”
God, look upon this resignation
and in your mercy grant release.