— verse on disjunction —
\»…Fare thee well! Thus disunited —
Torn from any nearer tie
Seared in heart — and lone — and blighted —
More…— verse on disjunction —
\»…Fare thee well! Thus disunited —
Torn from any nearer tie
Seared in heart — and lone — and blighted —
More than this I scarce can die.\»
G.G. Byron
How squalid may our life become
When love expires without a reason!
In mourning growing sickly numb
I\’ve no more kindred soul to please on
I strove hard to postpone the day
Of our avoidless cruel avulsion
But where the Old Scratch\’s forces sway,
None can withstand the black propulsion
As quicker we get used to -good-
By the infatuation kindled,
As stronger -death- wants to denude
Of hope to make the passion dwindled
And I\’ve been weak, I don\’t deny
Pierced with the unrestrained emotions…
Today I feel like sitting by
The grave of my inhumed devotions
Yes, all this was, I see right well —
Doom, gloom, the tocsins of division…
But when you know for whom they knell,
It\’s not a motive for derision
Who\’ll help my rueful heart to shun
The woe if e\’en the faith lies bleeding?
And \’neath the nocuous scorching sun
The fiends of horror are just breeding?
When ptomaine in the rotting corse
The anguish permeates my essence
Has my existence run its course
\’Cause of the grief that never lessens?
It is the nadir of my time
I\’ve tried my best but done a blunder
The Wall\’s remained too high to climb
And I stay here to die deep under
