Into her pool of silence sorrow
My word fall like heavy stones
Striking, splashing, and shattering
The tranquilness of her pool of tears,
Afficting her wound anew.
Oh, my distressing words!
Solicitous and compassionate
I evisioned them to be.
Instead, profane the peace
And silence pain she knew.
Why then,
Do I go on,
Saying these words
That harm instead of heal?
