Environment, poetry, comment, children's books,
Do not pass this way, my friend,
do not look this way or send
your muted thoughts of sympathy
for all that has become of me;
for I am ghost upon this day;
I do not sing;
I do not pray;
The world cares not, for what, was done;
now darkened windows of my soul
shall not look out
shall be my gaol.
copyright 2012 Niamh Clune.