Anne

The angst I feel
The indifference
Altruistically they seemed
Ready just to offer hope
Inevitably, I dreamed

The improbity of conscience
The injustice that I feel
I stand here with my heavy heart
Knowing its for real
There is no guilt apparently
At least they took me in
The bull hooks they have shown me
There is no other sin

I thought I was with angels
But I realised they were
Hiding and confiding
It seems that they did err
There is now no atonement
Purgatory for me
I am living in this LONGLEAT place
As a solitary

This existence is my penitence
Just hopelessness and despair
Briefly in the limelight
The marketing boys did share
My plight till it was over
A mere link in their chain
No one remembers an elephant
Standing in the rain

Forgotten in a moment
In the clutter and the mud
Stories come and stories go
Swallowed by the flood
I am lost and lonely
My life is at an end
And all I ever wanted
Was just to find a friend

But LONGLEAT has now made it clear
It is not to be
I must shut up and just be quiet
For I am a solitary