She soaks and lathers up her perturbed thought
Into a rich effervescent bubble,
Lets the cantankerous din come to naught
Demolished by water, into rubble.
Her despairing mind, a nest of trouble
Her soul in tatters, hangs on a prayer
Her torpidity, in measure double
Sighs in silence, indolent and laid bare.
The devil smiles with malice, in his lair
His hungry gaze rests upon her frailty
Is there a God Who says, I truly care?
Someone to hold her hand in amity?
She rises, the water burbles beneath
She opens up her eyes and says, Just breathe.
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