Requiem

In the gloom of the morn I sit silently screaming
Wretched woe in my soul devoid of all meaning
Who has cast this lot and diminished my senses
No succor to settle my mind
It remains neither sober nor kind

You have left in the night without ever perceiving
The sunlight that was yours or in laughter believing
Never touched silken rose, nor embrace receiving
No lover to make your heart yearn
Only touches you couldn’t return

She is blood of my blood
Her pain I can not fathom
Can not comfort with riddle or rhyme
Her rainbows have become dirty and gray

Naught words naught thought from one patriarchal
Will cause a smiles bloom or misty eyed sparkle
Like a child of the moon she walks alone in this fray
Bright flowers will not heartbreak erase
Maybe time, maybe time…will efface