Bereft Poem by Memories And Hope

The lines of fate
play cruel games
they have led me to a point
where even the saqui*
serves me not wine
but poison
i lie bereft.

I guess even lightening
doesnt know its own impact
Somewhere it lights lives
somewhere else it burns a home
I am now bereft.

Fate has played the cruellest card
even my own shadow is now
someone elses
i am bereft.

And all this
when i have forgotten
All but you.
I remain bereft.
Forever.

* saqui: the lady who serves you wine in a bar