You taught me that happiness depends on wealth.
And I saw you in a house of riches, so poor, and distraught,
There was no happiness there. I was caught in-between.
Somewhere I heard that love is what keeps us going, saves us,
And I gazed at you again and found the absence of it, the neglect.
I ran in never-ending circles, tasting the salt of my tears embedding
My face that feels alien, you catch me from within myself.
You take me back, shove and push me around,
I can’t find life within me, love within me, worth within me.
You created me and you became a thief.
What would have been golden in my heart
Rotted away in your hands. You promised me a nest and
Handed me a spider’s web.
Abandoned me there, hollow-hearted.
“Christabel Cockerell, Lady Frampton” by Arthur Hacker (1858-1919)
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