Poor Deborah

Deborah’s mind
Was as slippery as an eel.
She even, one day,
Forgot how to feel.
The joy, the pain,
The anguish and love;
All disappeared
To emotional sludge.

She tried,
How she tried,
To bring back the tears
And struggled in vain
To rekindle her fears.
But alas and alack,
No success did she have;
Now poor Deborah’s left
Feeling utterly sad.