"crushed"

Why did GOD dream those dreams,
fill them up scoured in my head?
A nemesis ignorant,
reality portrayed.

GOD made her different,
the way she looks at me so,
kind, caring attentive of,
watching for every need.

Why did GOD elevate,
my penitentiary soul,
leave me to desolation,
with nowhere else to go?

Why did GOD dream those dreams,
the way she looks at me so,
kind, caring attentive of,
with nowhere else to go?

It has left me crushed death,
dark shrouds of massed isolation,
inertia binding on me,
that only she could be.

Why did she even read this?
Why does she not let me know,
the way she looks at me so,
with tears of requiem?