I am immensely grateful to my friends, who are supporting me in these difficult times, but I can’t help feeling that I need something more, something that only a man could give me. But despite my constant prayers, I cannot find this special person, so all I can do is channel my loneliness into poetry.
Across the land where lightbeams dance,
Humans live in eternal cheer.
But I dwell in the field of darkness.
The sun fled in horror, and the moon is afraid to rise.
Sorrow and cares weigh me down
As I lie unpursued in the muddy grass.
The kingdom of nightmares has triumphed,
The rain falls and gathers into a sea.
And the water flows dim, velvet
And black as every heart.
A candle-flame flickers and dies.
Tide rises. The old wind stirs sometimes.
But otherwise all is still.
Silence echoes through the land,
And vain despair.
But the tide rises
And rises
And raises me
And as my worries swim away,
I float, and melt into the dark.
Seawater tickles my face
And unites with my tears.
I would shriek and beg for help.
But all is useless
And unseen
And unheard
And uncared for.
While I cry tonight,
You’ll be far away,
And you.
And you.
And you.
And you.
And you.
And you will sleep
While I weep.
I slept once
By your side.
But that was a millennium ago.
The heat of your hand still warms my fingers.
The balm of your kiss still rubs my lips.
But your arms do not shield me any more,
And my head no longer belongs on your shoulder.
I grieve as I recall every bygone ray of hope
Until the whirlpool lures me in,
And I dive into obscurity.
When my shadow-self will be a memory,
Crowds will gather at my grave
And gossip haunts forevermore
The ghost of The One Unloved by Men.
Dommie - Art and Beyond 