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ON THE RIVER OF NO RETURN
Life, living,
Carrying on myself,
With a beloved beyond seas.
What is love but suffering,
If the days and nights,
Are sans her?
It is so creepy outside,
That my heart can feel,
Only its beat.
Saddened I am as,
Although love,
Has found its way into life.
For how long,
Should I bear this all,
As the darkest hours pass by?
Only I know,
The torment I face,
And God is also so quiet.
This agony,
Is silently, slowly,
But certainly killing me.
Busy friends,
And my beloved too,
Are just adding salt to wounds.
So lonely,
Am I at this time,
No human being can know.
Cold, clammy,
Is the air outside,
And inside everyone asleep.
And love is,
Now mostly waiting,
For my beloved to arrive.
Am I not,
A man with feelings,
Longing for her company?
Don't I deserve more,
Than just talk,
To love and be loved as well?
Can anyone,
Exist on just his own,
With the cold black all around?
My beloved,
Knows how I love her,
And how I am missing her.
Yes, she does,
I am fully aware,
That she does and it irks me.
Blast it all,
Often I suggest,
To my forlorn heart and mind.
Yet I can't,
And keep on waiting,
For her to be beside me.
All this could,
Be my canoe on,
The river of no return.
