The Princess and the pea

All through the night, the weary night,
The princess could not sleep,
The mattresses were soft alright,
Which the kind inn-lady heaped.

It was the morning maid who found out why,
The princess could not sleep,
Beneath mattresses heaped up high,
There was a tiny pea !

Love was there,
At the radiant fair,
And the kith and kin were beaming.

Songs were sung,
And dances done,
There was care and celebrating.

As the music hummed,
All spite was shunned,
And the good folk laughed together.

But suddenly joy left her face,
Beside her, walking with her pace,
Was an odious, oggling, lecher.

"He's just a dog", they said, "Just let him stare",
"His sly offending words, you must forbear"
"Enjoy! Be alive, now or never"

She locked all doors,
She stayed in-doors,
None understood her ever.

buried alive

I remember just how I had "died",
The sorrow had been too much.
Away from life my soul had fled,
But the body lived on and I cried.

My senses did I still use on,
And made some efforts as such,
But they say I am a thing as the dead,
Apart from the living I am torn.

As if, for me, the grave were best,
 My efforts have no-one touched,
More and more of my being has now been shed,
And the soul craves a deeper rest.