Griefless

The words fall weak,

can’t grasp the sorrow,

they let me down -

in the abyss.

The visions thick

of past transgressions

communicate

with me instead.

In need of grief,

with tarnished feelings,

no word of mourning

comes to me.

I’ve lost my tears,

the well is empty,

I see the stars

from down below.

The spring is gone,

the summer’s over,

the autumn’s wrinkled face

won’t smile.  

And flooding up

behind my eyelids

the dew of past

won’t say goodbye.