Lovesick Blues
O Lord, why have you designed
for every malady a medicine,
For every wound, a balm
leaving only love incurable?
This melancholy dusk
this smothering loneliness
and my mournful heart
pining for my beloved
in this godforsaken milieu.
If not to appease my yearning heart
My love, can you but come
to soothe this moaning moon
and lo, to console these teary stars?
Oh, for heaven’s sake,
do come to enliven
this woebegone skyline.
When a gust of wind sweeps by
the rustling of the fallen leaves
startles me and I begin to wonder...
Did you just pass me by?
~09/06/18
~For John Hamilton's Best Free Verse
July 1 - Oct. 1, 2018 contest.
~Brian Strand's 115 contest
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