It’s now one hour since evening struck my beating
chambered clockwork dark.
It’s now the one hundred twenty first such night
since the Sun fell from a bright sky of blue;

To cast unto my world a darkness    
so thick with grief the good warm light will not shine through.
Forever damned to the subjugation of my lament.
When will the songbird’s melody return.
Will it ever rise upon sweet break of dawn
to lift pained hearts anew once more.