Bereft I am
Of hope, of love
Bereft of everything
The all I had have.
The eternal moon-beams that soothes the mind
Is also devoid of me being unkind,
Though shadow is reluctant to fill my heart
On each midnight it gives me alert
Of the nothingness which contains you
Absorbing from my soul all the hue.
You, the celestial forbidden fire
Combusting in me like a deathless pyre.
Endure I must, for having to go nowhere
Nothing has left but to be bereft of desire.
A telling feeling of emptiness touching reluctant shadows, allowing the nothingness of sorrow to be bereft and unfeeling with no desire and going nowhere anymore. Very melancholy and lonely feeling coming through this poem. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good work! Very realistic description of the loss of sunshine in a life at its lowest ebb. Thanks for sharing.