|Composed between the 23rd-29th September 2008, after reading Great Expectations, Volume I, Chapter IX
I wonder if, that day those years ago,
A sudden storm had burst upon the town,
Or 'deadly' poorliness had struck me down,
Preventing me from leaving my abode.
But, no, alas! that storm or poorliness
Was not to come, and out I went to catch
A bus as every other day; and half
An hour later I was walking, when,
Approaching college round the back, it came:
A wave of misery and dread did rush
Upon my person, purge the breath of life
Right out of me; and happiness was gone.
Would it simply have struck another day,
Or may I now be blessed a different way?