A pillar of strength were you,
Now, I look at you as if new.
If trust could give me back
These sorts of dividends;
What did I lack,
To merit these dents?
I am being kicked around,
So quietly without a sound,
Nobody hears even a whisper,
Of my bloody tortures;
What did I do to merit this?
Got painful pricks
Instead of a blissful kiss!
What a laugh,
I’ve been a dwarf
In this respect,
Though’ I stood erect.
Gone to winds all the principles
I held so dear
Caught am I in tentacles
So strange and unclear!
What does the future hold for me?
Can I ever again laugh with glee?