My eyes no longer wet from the years of struggle and fear,
I exist now only in thought and memory.
My love is gone,
A shell so cold.
The misery is all that remains and dark crying of my soul,
it mourns the passing,
the passing of the light that was my guiding way.
The love all gone now as a holocaust of my being
and a single question of how.
I want to go back to those years of struggle and pain
and make right the mistakes I made,
but it is all in vain when your love is alive no more.
Oh, my love, how I wish to hold you once again
and press my lips to yours and give you my whole heart
in a way that will satisfy you and the crying in the dark.
Oh, I have lied about my eyes no longer wet.
They shall remain forever yours.
~8~
Poem About Losing Who You Are After Wife's Death
Dark Crying
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2011 with permission of the Author.
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