Why The Tears?

Why the tears? Through hopeless gloom and chill I stare, With icy drops on branches wet, No distant hills in sunlight glare My mem’ry dim, and eyes so blurred - and yet I feel my love and still expect A gentle touch, and thoughts unchecked. The fest’ring stench of death from life, Corruption wounds, and robs my soul And darkly mirrors my inmost strife; My life devoid of meaning all. From darkest feelings, no relief My thoughts are filled with dismal grief With rotting leaves beneath my feet, And drips from branches, like bitter tears, My darling heart, my own, my sweet, And winter’s sorrow at passing years Revenge I would for nature’s toll, But little does grief assuage my soul. It fills my heart, with cruel torment, For chances missed; these I know, They fill my mind, my tortured lament; The years have passed, regrets still show And trouble my sleep; no longer the warmth Of sweet embrace; alone in bed I lie. My love, my life, lies bleeding in the past, I ponder, and alone I stand, alone. My tears provide some comfort at last. My plight to all remains unknown. And where in this world my future be If no love is there to comfort me?