Loneliness

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)