HOLE OF DESPAIR
We stood in moonlight deep,
Eyes once praised began to weep.
I sleep, Grey Master, for I am dead,
I leave these lonely words unsaid.
Let darkness steal this love unkind,
And show me not; for I am blind.
Life - be patient to love’s escapes,
Watch as a heart crumbles and breaks.
A trusting fool, I know not why,
Such treasured hopes in woven lie.
Forever lost in this, deep and dark,
What was this strangeness on your part?
I asked the question with no reply,
The night fell fast as I did cry.
Our hours were numbered, our days done now,
Still I stood, heart beating somehow.
Had I known ‘bout this prison of pain,
I would never have sought to gain.
I’d swiftly left it as a mystery,
And never had known this darkness that’s come to be.
Never known the hole of despair in me.
~yvonne renee moore