And why shouldn't I grieve intensely when
I've just cause, and want to so badly? when
grieving drives out a thought which flays my soul,
strips me of all other thoughts and leaves me
in helpless tears. Perhaps I'd like to find
some remedy for the raw ache which makes
me want to die. Perhaps my passion would
subside if I chose silent dignity?
But when I'm silent I suffer much more;
the venomous roots of my bitterness
would grow, spread, take permanent hold while I
dissembled my vulnerability.
For me there is no pity, hope has died;
I've learned there are greater evils than death.
From B A2:9:90. In MS Pc. Key