False pretences
My once bright world now desolate.
I am condemned to loneliness.
Always alone disconsolate
I am bereft without my mate.
The sorrow I cannot express,
has left me inarticulate.
Sad thoughts I must perforce repress.
I do not wish to cause distress
to those who also loved my mate.
They do not know nor can they guess.
I do not live I simply wait
until I can rejoin my mate.
When she was here then life was sweet.
Together we knew happiness.
Without her I am incomplete.
I know the meaning of defeat.
I am consumed by hopelessness
and wish my heart would cease to beat
Bring to an end my loneliness
That’s how I feel but daren’t confess.
So I pretend and try to cheat
I must pretend to happiness
and smile at everyone I meet.
I am well practiced in deceit.
17-Feb-09
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem