A Heart That Hath No Refuge. Poem by Jethro Kisakye Mark

O, cruel lover, thou hath held my heart
In thy unyielding grasp where it didst smart
And when I sought to claim its left remains,
Thou didst neglect and left me to my pains

Thy love doth seem to feed on my decay,
And in my downfall, thou dost find thy sway
Thou watchest me with cold, unpitying eye,
As I, a shipwreck on the rocks of love do lie

Turn, oh turn, thy gaze upon me still,
And let thy harsh decree, my heart, yestill
Fill it with sorrow, pain, and dark despair,
For in this woeful state, I shall remain, forever there.
Jethro Kisakye Mark