Since You Are Gone

“Since You Are Gone”

Since you are gone, forbidden days remain.

And, strange, the sun still kindly lifts its head.

Sleep walking through the day may ease my dread

But, slumbering at night seems so inane.

Since you are gone, I play with the profane

but curse the words from you who is quite dead

before his time. Death took you from our bed,

diminished your bright life; snuffed out the pain.

Since you are gone, there’s mysteries I ponder:

how I, so near to you, still linger here.

I begged for mercy’s stroke for you, yet wonder.

My well is dry; my tears fail to appear.

No fiction warms my parts and still I squander

my days, forbidden, near your shadowed bier.

, , , ,

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


Poets Pub

Rantings Of A Third Kind

The Blog about everything and nothing and it's all done in the best possible taste!

%d bloggers like this: