Sleepless night descends on my world again.
I find solace in the sun no more.
A veiled indifference, but no pain,
Fills a once-treasured heart’s now withered store.
No thing, no one, no where fills all life;
Little of my pleasures lie surfeit;
A withdrawal from joy and from strife;
No mem’ry of a hunger to satiate.
Played with Zoe, left her tired but content.
I envied this state, playful, panting, spent.
Cringed, when thoughts barged in to mar this time:
Thoughts of how death could travel in a kiss,
How vain to pour tears into wasted rhyme,
How fatefully one’s life could come to this.
6am
4th april 2007
Hearts Still Care 