Beaten paths left by fallen tears
Play Judas to my woe
Making reality of my fears
That I have let it show
Thy last request before leaving
Was that I may keep my sorrow concealed
But thy absence makes my grieving
A cumbersome covenant to wield
How difficult this has been
Cruel and nostalgic a span
With never a trace to be seen
Of my most virtuous man
Reminiscent of those things which elemented it
A compass thee claimed our love to be
Therefore I am troubled to admit
I measure the distance between thee and me
Shameful and illaudable
Unsuited for thy firmness and love (pronounced loove)
My unkind longing is dishonorable
Evil and wicked because hope it doth remove
Thou hast unhealthy confidence
And believeth in my might
The day thee left passed long since
Followed by, from my eyes, the light
I prithee to please explain
How solitude thee conquered
When each days beings more pain
Thy nonchalance is absurd
Nights grow ever more weary
Days are becoming endless
Leaving thy love weary
Leaving thy love defenseless
Crumbling, collapsing, falling apart
I have fallen to glooms bottom
Ripping, tearing, breaking my heart,
A punishment fit for Sodom.
** This is a response that I wrote to John Donne's "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning." You should read his before you read mine; then mine will make more sense. Any questions? Message me.
