A. A.

My night - I think of you obsessively,My day - indifferent: let it be!I turned and smiled at my destinyThat brought me only misery.The fumes of yesterday are dire,The flames that burn me will not die,It seems to me, this blazing fireWill not become a sunlit sky.Shall I endure without conceding,And curse you for not being there?...You're far away. You'll never see meImprisoned in my awful snare.(