My Thoughts

The loneliness so silently descends. My mind is mixed, confused, so wrong the feel Of death, a loss of one no thing can mend. The touch is gone: the hurt, a broken seal. The battle done: the pain, so long the fight. The war, the tears, the cries wash o’er with thoughts; And what I’d do to make this right tonight and end the suffering, a glimpse much sought. A last warm hand so cold, an ice of touch- My screams “Come back! Come back!” of shame, of sin So mute, so plain, unfair, just not enough. The fate, in place on stone engraved in pen. Come back to me that’s all I ask, with hope- lessness, I hide so desperate to cope.