a poem by ROY Douglas KNEALE, UK

Life is empty
The end of day a dread
And the night
A blanket of loneliness.
The knot within my stomach
Has become a leaden weight
And my heart
Knows only heaviness.

A smile becomes hypocrisy
And in my mind
The desperate thought –
“There is no you”.

At this time
(A timeless age ago)
There stretched before me – Oh!
So many hours -
When every glance held promised bliss.
At this time
(A mere yesterday ago)
There had not been
The tenderness
Of our first kiss

At this time
(A wisp of time ago)
I could not miss
The softness of your touch –
But now I do.

How cruel the paths of life can prove
To those who must stumble down their ways
Searching for someone
With whom to share
An eternity of loving.
How strange the paths of life
How strange indeed the path
Which ended in your embrace
Your tender smiling face
One reason more for living.

How long the paths of life
When needs be I must tread alone
My lonely way
In anguish ever dreaming
Of your caress.

Oh dearest one!
If you but knew the depth of my despair
And deep distress
For – Suddenly
Life is empty
The end of day a dread
And the night –
OH! How the night will be to me
A blanket of loneliness – now –
There is no you.


[Cat.No.C8. Composed 42 years ago.
Originally titled “A Blanket of Loneliness.”]

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