Curse all the flowers you sent
Coz each a doleful portend
My soul awry rend.
My feelings silently blend
Just how karma intent.
Time has expired to mend
Would you cease acting befriend.
I burn all the letters I penned
Coz now nothing counterpart with the content.
I learned not more to depend
& put all it to an end.
Now all alone I ascent
To be my own fend.
                                 -Meribah.