A Coveted Weekend

The one arrangement that she covets most,
Maddening, obsessing lost and failure,
The weakening fear — hesitant to boast
All the joy and pleasure that she brings her.

The fear begins to then, becomes mad craze —
Struggling in that typhoon of hatred,
She shouts into the ominous night haze,
But the storm’s a ghost which she’d created.

A slap upon her face, she then awoke.
What she always held she casts into none —
Into a damned ocean, it dies; it chokes.
Should she grieve in grief or aimlessly run.

Pondering adept emotionless withdrawal,
If what she coveted, she coveted at all.