Here, Unhappy, Alone

 

The suns of summer are gone.
No light penetrates this nightmare,
my life, since you left me.
A sharp wind shrieks in my ears.
Loneliness crouches in deep shadows
and echoes a wild gale that blows.

Hope lies beyond my straining grasp,
and bitter cold causes me to gasp
in pain. Spark and flame are past,
and the fire is dead, spent at last.
The dim embers' smouldering gleam
dies in a darkly terrifying dream.

Now in the utter black of night
there is no warmth, no light,
and I drift aimlessly through space
across a great and silent waste
as uncounted waves wash over me.
I watch my life slowly recede
on endless swells that rose and fell
and drew me into the dark storm
where my troubled thoughts now dwell.

Stronger and deeper the current flows
and takes me wherever it goes.
I am tossed by a turbulent tide,
riding the wake of its passage.
I hear the wind scream a message,
a warning no one else hears.
A memory, a fading image appears,
but soon it, too, will be gone
to leave me here, unhappy, alone.