I am no longer me, a treasured wife
I drop abandoned,like a dirty sheet
I crawl up this sheer mountain, it’s my life
I curse the name of God in my pained strife
All my home’s in chaos, none to greet
I am no longer me, a treasured wife
I become so still, I’m mesmerised
A soft grey creature from damp Irish peat
I can’t crawl up this mountain, where’s my life?
Loch Ness has its depth, the monsters thrive
Do not let me be their food, their meat
I am no longer me a treasured wife
A solution, what can be contrived
Every piece of anarchy will greet
Where is my former self when love has died?
Writing is an abstract form of speech
One can learn, though my mind has itd ditch
I am no longer a much treasured wife
I crawl up this mountain , this is life
