The stars no longer shine.
The clouds are grey and the fog has come down.
The wet mist of my tears are dark and foreboding,
And the future is unknown.
The birds sing no more.
The dawn no longer breaks, and the sunset is dim and dark.
The pain of my emotions knows no end,
And my soul continues to wail and groan.
The flowers no longer give off scent.
The perfume of joy no longer flows through my life.
I no longer look forward with anticipation,
Only look back with despair.
Unquenched longing is all I expect.
Blackness and fear are my emotions now.
My soul cries out for you, but all is desolate.
You are not there.
© 2010 Dick Underwood