Undone

Dear Ms.

I am the lonely Wretch
The Broken Fool.
Fallen by errant arrows,
Of a Bitter Cupid

Now I Cry for Mercy,
Release from heart ach.
Dropped and over trodden,
By the savages of times memory

A self appointed Martyr
Bereaved for No One
Colored in morose
Undone.

Cordell Rich
I miss you little girl.