Lamentation Poem by dave lessard

Empty questions, lay unanswered
cards and letters, never read
form a vacuum in my mind
I may as well be dead.
Faded memories, ancient photos
gather dust in different places
healthy young ones beaming bright
glowing, loving, happy faces.
Now there's silence ever growing
shuttered from my eyes and ears
no phones, no e-mails
from the passing years.
I reflect on other times
when the world was bright and gay
when you held me in your arms
and you had vowed to stay.
But now the world's a hollow thing
and I lie too long in bed
this life, it's getting colder
I may as well be dead.