Why The Tears? (Revised)

Through hopeless gloom and chill I stare, With icy drops on branches wet, No distant hills in sunlight glare My eyes, so dim, are blurred – and yet I feel my love and still expect A gentle touch, and thoughts unchecked. The fest’ring stench of death in 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. The rotting soil beneath my feet, And leaves that drip with winter’s sorrow; Like tears upon my ashen cheek Bitter despair that now I know…. And sorrow I have for nature’s toll But sorrow does little to assuage my soul (OR: Revenge I would against Nature’s toll, And little does my grief assuage my soul.) My heart is broken - in grief I languish For times I missed: this I know; They fill my soul with tears and anguish. The years have passed, regrets still show, And trouble my sleep as alone I lie - No sweet touch, no gentle sigh. My heart lies weeping, I cannot hide - Here I stand, alone, so cold; No solace for me my tears provide, Despondent now, with sorrow untold; Where in this world my future be If no love is there to comfort me? 30 August 2012 22 March 2016