A Short Elegy

A Short Elegy

The heavy drops of rain do hit,
On the grave of my love I sit,
And a thousand tears I cry,
Till my insides are all dry.

Where are you now my Lord?
I thought I had your word,
You knew that we were meant to be,
Yet you took him away from me.

A thorn plants itself in my cold heart,
I hurt with every beat of my heart,
I yearn for every moment with him,
But there were too few moments with him.

I shudder as I kiss his cold lips,
I could feel my heart torn into bits,
As I lay him to eternal sleep,
My heart follows where he now lays deep.


I have not written anything like this for a long time. I was talking to Greg and was consoling him when I was writing this. It seems depressing doesn't it?