Reading so much has been most helpful to me.
There are so many old musty books to read,
I hardly know where to begin.
I read more than I write.

-M.H.-

The wishing well is empty
like the rooms are above me;
decayed dreams haunt and hurt me
just like the old wishing well.

-M.H.-

Autumn leaves rain down
by gusts of wind outside my windowpane.
Shades of autumn linger,
here and there, with changing colors.
Autumn flees,
soon winter comes with snow.
Shades of winter,
scenes of snow
and all is white and cold.
Springtime unfurls like a flower
and the trees are awaking.
Summer comes again
with longer, warmer days.
The cycle of life continues on,
from the cradle to the grave.
Make the most of it all,
redeem the hours
while you can.

-M.H.-

Through the windows I can see,
the gardens are in bloom once more.
I catch a moment of beauty,
it was a fading glance.
Beauty, all around.
Beauty I had
failed to
see!

-M.H.-

Long bleak hours of night
Darkness looms all around me
Even in the day.
All my windows are sealed up,
Candles burn all day and night.

-M.H.-

Happiness filled these bleak walls once.
It seems so strange, that it was years ago.

-M.H.-

Love. What is it?
It has been my death.

-M.H.-

The days have worn away,
Just like my old garments.

-M.H.-

Only returned unopened letters remain.
This is evidence of the betrayal,
And you departed without
One single word. It hurts!

-M.H.-

My family comes to
Feast upon me once per year
Just like carrion.

-M.H.-

Jilted and left in despair,
This loneliness will never
Cease.

-M.H.-

Each day the pain prevails,
Will it cease? No. Never.
Heartbroken and alone I live,
Pain being my only companion.

-M.H.-