By Anonymous
calm yourself. God
so wretched as you are.
these dark passions.
we lost the power
of peace and beauty,
every tranquil blessing
I fondly prized
every gift to chase away the
terror;
the destroyer
of the beauty of earth,
of love
Sometimes I could cope
by bodily
sensations.
sought
in the magnificence, to forget myself and
sorrows.
Six years had passed I was a wreck—