Fallen Beauty
by R.E. Slater
a great sadness within
as if there is nothing
I can do; leaving me
helpless,
a bit wistful,
somewhat discouraged,
maybe frightened,
before wandering away.
Whether morning or evening,
it creeps in unawares
not staying long
just long enough to feel
it's pain
it's empty loss
it's grey presence
unlifted an hour of
morbid thought.
Then slips away to
some hidden time
in the stillness of day
or early waking hour
as if some hidden love
holds me... when not;
just a deep sadness
which cannot be shook
leaving all grey.
A sometimes unwanted
companion when all
seems gay and well;
or a foreboding which
carries deep care;
perceiving far-flung
worlds lost to grasp
which are, and are not,
till it's ache lets me go.
An utter helplessness,
unmet by love or hope,
a loss of fellowship
or an emptiness
unmet, if ever,
gripping my will
its hollow vacancy
before ebbing away
uncheered its absence.
R.E. Slater
May 9, 2021
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