The Nursing Home

Writhing thoughts
Of wistful desires came
Cavorting upon her soul,        
Coalescing with confused    
Contorted dreams,                   
Dark, deep ideas                      
And frayed, fickle
Fiendish spirits!
Then love ached
In chaos as her
Surly, solitary,
Malignant mood
Continued to darken,
Consigning her melancholic mind
To the cold, dismal
Dungeon of sullen silence.