Where upon this nether world, ageless moon so bright the shine?
Can thy hold a heart so true? How precious would be thy find?
Ever more in sorrows passage beheld this soulless plight’s request,
Ask for mercy. Nay I cannot, End here now, choose my final rest.
The wait ere long winter’s wrath, spring’s rainbow color’s, summer’s fire,
And the world spins. I hurt. Tears do not this hurt ease. I am tired.
No longer can I wait for comfort no more my soul brings,
Mind, body, soul, as my spirit dies I lose many things.
© Cynthia Clark