I Keep Calling You* Poem by Gert Strydom

Outside a bird constantly calls for its mate,
a grey-lourie does only talk with me,
out of my life you are now completely gone
and I feel forsaken by man and God.
I keep calling you without end,
where it does not feel as if God do notice anything
and you and yours do despise me,
where I cling to a last bit of hope.
I wonder what the meaning of everything in life is
where I cannot comprehend you and your people,
only the menacing calamity echoes, echoes me piebald
and without meaning my days go on
and the barbet keeps fluttering around me,
the red-breasted robin calls as if it never gets its mate.
© Gert Strydom