Big hollow , an uncured scar
in the heart, the condition so bizarre
life seems so unconsolidated and earthy
miserable I am, no love warm and  motherly

Footsteps of mine at the edge of the sharp knife
feelings so scattered, it is hard to survive
my mind not at sedation
horrendous and evil my imagination

The green field, blue sky at their best
even can't let my heart at rest
in the fire of great agony 'm burning
for the silliest past 'm mourning