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.

depressionterza rima

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Beata Agustin

June 30, 2025 at 3:11 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A

January 26, 2016 at 11:37 PM

DANIEL, A great pleasure to find and read the inspiration poured from your pen today. Love ** SKAT **

Poet Destroyer A

October 24, 2012 at 12:30 PM

are you going soft... lol... stopping by to read your latest... and to see if you even exist...pd

Carol Sunshine Brown

March 14, 2011 at 11:38 AM

After a very super weekend I am back at the soup reading. I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Daniel. There are so many diverse writers here and I am so happy I am able to read most of them. Have a wonderful week and may you find what you are looking for in life and in your writing. Love, Carol