By Nicole Degelman
mingled bitterness, and terror my
sensations. Now I
despair, and endeavour to hide from view.
this time This change was
The shutting of the gates
and the impossibility of remaining
within the walls.
I was after
the night, I took
the wind; and
I left to pursue
my own miserable reflections. I was
at peace and I
wandered in a scene so beautiful I
some bat,
tempted to plunge
into silent waters my calamities
for ever thought of and suffering
existence bound up
in my surviving. I
leave exposed and unprotected,
I had let loose,
I wept bitterly, and wished
that I might
not be. hope?
I lived in
new
obscure
enormity
past
My abhorrence.
my teeth, my eyes
ardently wished that life,
thoughtlessly bestowed, reflected malice, my
hatred burst all bounds of moderation.
could I?
I wished to see again