Consumed Poem by Philip Lore

Utterly consumed with sharp distress,
Weighed upon with such heaviness.
Ask me no more, my fate is sealed,
For your touch, dear love, I yearn, I yield.

On a bed of sand reclined,
I strive in vain to lie sublime.
Heavy, the weight of all my cares,
Faces flushed, vacant stares.

Wandering dunes of fiery sand,
Ghastly sights, spirit bland.
Tired eyelids, on tired eyes,
Shadows of doom sweep with surprise.

To enjoy nobler modes of a simple life,
Beyond this war, beyond such strife,
And may there be farewell, sadness, no more,
Just love for my wife... for all she bore.