vera-everitt-writing

The original handwriting of Vera’s last poem

I am dead to all but you
House, heart and home are all passed through
Leaves, trees all are passed and long time gone

I am dead within my soul
Take me away, I am no more
Tears are spent within my soul

The tears I drop won’t go away
They drown my soul if I have one left to grieve
Who denies my love, my loves

I never knew what torment was
Before the flood which
Overwhelms me now

But I would live with this sorrow
Than never see the face I worship
The last heartbeat will bear your name

Despair is the name I bear
You have the key to set me free
If only I could help you see