You can feel the loneliness and grief deep within this poem.
I take myself off in an empty lament,
a solace I sing through the unanswered pain,
the words may be tired but they’re sung with intent,
there’s no-one to hear so my song is in vain.
I sing for lost youth and for love unfulfilled,
I sing for the sweetness I held but let go,
I sing for the castles my hands couldn’t build,
I sing for the peace that my mind couldn’t know.
My song is a thread through the story of me,
I splice a new length when there’s pain in my heart,
it helps me recall how it all came to be,
a bundle of yarn I trace back to the start.
When hearts once so gullible harden and break,
when lacklustre lullabies don’t hit their mark,
you sing your lament for your sanity’s sake,
a map to help find your way out of the dark.