Calling From Down There Poem by Ahmed Aedan

Cries of the underworld,
dooms of the shadows,
and gone away bay meadows.
Take my leave, have not been diseased,
thoughtless, penniless, hopeless man!
Stroke and heartbreak,
talk to my ear and whisper what shall I hear?
Shame, and pride, comes my soul,
Take my heart to the soundless grounds of haven;
Hope shall I be of no waste.
Sleep lovely nymph
and heap piece by piece that's my soul,
Hear the calling and up shall you go,
Till the sun and moon courses cease,
meet my love one, for he's in realms with no peace.