Screech

I was Smothering alone in rumination

Walking slowly in conflagration

My screech was faint

Disregarded was my lamentation.

Despairingly I stood for illumination

Longing for warmth and consideration

Hoping the woes to get meek

And succumb to its termination.

I envisaged so soon the sunshine and rainbow

Prognosticated what my soul yearned for

But when the eyes could see impeccable

They refused to unseal and now I rest unescorted by warble.