The Lonely Of Hearts - Poem by Nhyiraba Germain
As the sands of time pass
I wonder how long it’s going to last
This pain that I feel
A feeling that I can never peel
I grow lean in loneliness
Like a water lily gnawed by a beetle.
So lonely am I
My body is a floating weed
Severed at the roots
Were there water to entice me
I would follow it, I think.
Like a lone goose, not drinking or pecking for food
I cry out in flight, my voice yearns for the flock.
My heart aches for your love
My body yearns for your touch
My lips thirst for your kiss.
Lifted my eyes and prayed
Yet, alone all alone
Like on a wide vast sea,
And never did a saint take pity on my soul in agony.
Here among memories, one glass of wine
With no close friends, I pour it alone
I lift my glass to a bright moon, and beg its company
Then facing my shadow, we become three
They say the wind blows out of the gates of the day
And blows over the lonely heart
And the lonely of hearts is withered away
To feel completely alone and isolated leads to mental disintegration
Just as physical starvation leads to death.
But I died when you left and never to return again
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