My Wish... A Delusion?

- Priscilla L Darngawn

afflicted for fourteen years, with no one to confide in...
sorrows concealed me from my dreams...

the icy winter piercing through this frail soul...
the summer melting me down..

then all,was swept asway by gush of wind...
rebuilding my soul..., my dreams...

but, but.., it bade me goodbye,...unpronounced.
not leaving any message of its return...

my life, pretty like a picture..just fades like a
whisper....
hoping for its return...seems like a delusion,......