With days so long they never pass
Until with night-time blending,
They yield to what now is, alas,
More dark hours never-ending.
The dragging hours again restart
With next day’s weary yawning,
As heavy eyelids draw apart
On morning’s dreary dawning.
If matters not if sun does shine
On rainbow archly curled,
Or thunders crash as hailstones whine
Upon a darkened world.
For neither Nature’s warmth or strife
Affects abandoned senses,
That waken to a lonely life
Bereft of all pretenses.
Like landscapes of a rough terrain
In vista stretching endless,
Or arid desert’s stony plan
Of parched and sandy dryness,
There’s nothing there as counterpart
To a life with bleakness fraught,
Nothing to uplift a lonely heart
Now forever grief distraught.
CHRISTIE GRAHAME (Poems of Love and Loss)