Bereft
When I lay my head to sleep
Dappled moonlight shines down
Whilst gently, softly I weep
The furrows on my forehead as I frown
The fear i'll die alone, forgotten
And in my sorrows drown
The thoughts I have are rotten
Like a heart of stone
So ill-begotten
I must not die alone
Bereft of love, bereft of home.
Copyright © Daniel Corcoran | Year Posted 2011
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