What Befalls Me

It ails me,

I’m beset with woe,

For what must I give,

To just take hold.

I’m scorned,

Mocked by life,

Vexed by bad luck,

No matter how tried.

I want her,

I need her to feel,

The passions I hold,

That the world now steals.

A storm rages,

Lightning strikes,

Thunder rolls by,

On this woefully lonely night.