Shouts

Shouts
Nags
Quarrels

I had to go away
Else, I will end in wails

Crushed
Lost
Broken

Within herself
She was no where
To be found

Sob mate
Wail mate
Death mate

All she has left
Was a bottle of bear
With that she lived in despair

Pity
Compassion
Love

I came back to her
Love and compassion no more nags

Her mouth was filled with laughter
Her heart was glad.