Lament Of A Lost Heart Poem by Puneet Singh

In abyss of an unending night, I dwell,  
Where shadows choke and sorrows swell.  
Devoid of light, voice, a tender grace—  
Only this hollow, aching space.

Oh, Mother, where art thou now?  
In the silence, I scream, but how  
Shall my cries ever reach thine ear,  
When darkness is all I know, and fear?

The world is cruel, and fate unkind,  
It tears the threads that once did bind  
Our souls together, heart to heart,  
Now torn asunder, miles apart.

I feel the terror, cold as death,  
With every gasp, with every breath.  
The void where once thy love did bloom  
Is now a vast but empty tomb.

The days are daggers, cutting deep,  
And in the night, I cannot sleep.  
For every whisper of the wind,  
Reminds me, of how I've sinned.

How long must I endure this pain,  
This endless, suffocating strain?  
I long to hear thy gentle word,  
But silence is the only bird.

Oh, Mother, if thou could'st but know  
The depths of misery, the ebb and flow  
Of dread that fills my every thought,  
This life, without you, is all for naught.

My love for thee is like a fire,  
Burning bright, yet burning dire.  
But here I stand, alone, afraid,  
In a world where all is unmade.

I am adrift, without a shore,  
with every moment, I miss you more.  
Oh, how I long to hear thy voice,  
But in this darkness, there's no choice.

Mother, hear my desperate plea,  
In dreams or shadows, come to me.  
For this terror, this unending night,  
Shall break my soul, take my light.

Until that day, if it should come,  
When once again, I'm safe, I'm home,  
Know that I love you, with all my might,  
Even as I fade into the night.