I put my hand out on his side of the bed to feel him But there was a blank cold sheet before on the bed I forced my eyes open to see just darkness around the room Panic seized my weary heart, and dread swept over me With this sinking realizatio
Am I losing my Love?
I put my hand out on his side of the bed to feel him
But there was a blank cold sheet before on the bed
I forced my eyes open to see just darkness around the room
Panic seized my weary heart, and dread swept over me
With this sinking realization, the realization, I have lost him
In that pitch-dark, sightless gloomy room
I groped around, searching for hmm I love.
He’d lain beside me all these years every night
And was here with beside me last night;
Then I drift off to sleep, knowing he’d be here
But now he’s gone: and to where II can’t tell in this gloomy room
I tried calling his name, but my voice came out soundless.
Why would you leave without telling me where to find you?
Where have I gone wrong for you to leave me? I groaned soundlessly.
Yet, the more I craved my heart to search for answers, the more the responses
Came, but just as empty and vague as the gloom encompassing me soundlessly.
I’m like a sojourner in fairyland, barely vaguely recollecting my past.
My future layout blankly and darkly ahead, ahead, like the endless ocean.
Embossed in a fog, like an empty sightless haze, extending into infinity,
Where you can’t tell when the fairy realm would break into reality, and the hopeful shore we would arrive.
Oh! I wish him to return to me.
I entreat him to receive me in spite of myself,
Despite my errors and assumption of my ways;
And falling asleep when I should have stayed to watch with him:
I should have held on firmly to his grip, and not let go as he holds me.
Some times we got weight down by thoughts and imagination that do not have weight. the sooner we realize that, we'll be up and going. So says the old man
Too much love of the cat, they say, kills the moth. Most love relationship got broken as a result of wrongly managed petty frail nerves. Like as I love to say, just musing.
I held on to my Love and refused to let Him go even when I feel him slipping away
There are many unsung Heroes whose heroism is lost in time and space
I wish I had Known Him many years ago, It,s not too late now though, but I wish I could rewind the time
In sequel to a previous poem, 'Sweet Memories Lingers', Good always sail over our pains if we take time to ponder.