What is my life
But that of a prisoner
in the grip of time.
No more are those moments
that brought serenity to me.
How innocent life was
When she reigned my world!
And then you came along,
And took her from me.
Now I walk in my madness,
Searching – I roam the grounds,
These acres where she dwelt.
It is not the love
of these sights I weep for,
It is for the absence
of my Peace that has taken
My heart that I weep.
O Ravager Of Love, I beg —
Give me my Peace back to me.
#musing #16Aug2016
This poem is my contribution to
#PoetsForPeace.
akyllus 