Under a clouded moon
By the waters dark
I lie on the bank-side turf
Nursing a wounded heart.
Oh!
In the kingdom of your body
I once spent night after night.
You might justify your leaving me
But that don’t make it right.
Would that the wind blow away
Past hurts not forgot
Bad news-etched sleep
Times when you struggled with loss.
Oh!
And that little wooden Pieta
Didn’t save you from the pain
That you couldn’t share it with me
Is really what’s the shame.
I realise I’ll dwell now in solitude
Awareness strikes with chill.
To see again, to feel again
Is going to test my will.
Oh!
So’s I didn’t face it, I ran and ran
I tried screaming out loud.
I tried the Snow White sleep routine
It made no difference, so now:
Under a clouded moon
By the waters dark
I lie on the bank-side turf
Nursing a wounded heart.
Oh!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem