Sheryl, Sheryl

Oh thou, thy mighty shines
Neither height you reach nor soul you bleach
Sheryl, Sheryl, what’s your will
Thou shattered and flattered, there troubles in feel
Yet northern star burns,
Yet golden sun blooms
Sheryl, Sheryl, you stay still
Thy wings are narrow, how fragile art thee
Dancing on pillows, thy smile bring sorrow
Scratched black gown with scars so smooth
Bend in humble with tunes by flute
Sheryl, Sheryl, your bitters chill
Too young for humming the blues
Too sweet to walk in woods
Sheryl, Sheryl, thy starvation kills
Thy poverty bleeds
Restless eyes seeking for pills
Smiling cheeks blushing but grills
Sheryl, Sheryl, art thou questioning hills
Remind me of an old cassette
When life’s not so brunette
Now as I lit the cigarette
The air in anger it looks scarlet
Sheryl, Sheryl, do not yet fade
Do not dimmed, do not pale
Sheryl, Sheryl, whistle through the rain
Do free from the pain
Release thy chain
Do dance again
Sheryl, Sheryl, though so it aches
Though life still fakes
Sheryl, Sheryl, fight the tears
Sheryl, Sheryl, thou should live

.Dorothea Diba.
.2009.
--published in "Poetry for Charity volume 2", 2009