on Hallowed ground
I’ve failed to see what’s to become of our love
when we never had the chance to greet the sun. 
The splendour stolen.  And our tears frozen on the bare ground.  
An eternity I could not have spoken, without being ill.
  
The curse returning in guise of false smile pretending to warm my thoughts.  
Broken upon the walls you’ve built.  Growing older.
Barring the windows, ensuing locked doors.  Home  would summon.  A creeping 
sadness, profound in its pale beauty.  Dying unto the light I strove to crawl.

She has not brought me happiness.  
None of them ever will.  I remember your face.  
And the tears, as our hands were joined once, and for the last moment.

Who stole our happiness?
What killed our love?

I remain, the Victim drowning in sorrow daily.  
Your face has turned to gray in my mind.  She has not been kind.  
And since our parting I have lost all we held precious. 
Everything has been taken away.  I live half-awake for the day; in the night Death greets me always.
My heart lies somewhere in the ashes, never finding rest. You were the last one to whom I turned to for help.

a song of mourning pour le Jenereth
98 Feb 2 (c) copyright owned by Siddharta Somar 
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