SAD

Poetry

“I know the life of the world as it is now is not living, it is a bad process of dying.” DH Lawrence

You both died.
And I was broken for many, many years.
I can no longer hide from myself
Behind this screen of anonymity:
I have stood in empty spaces,
Walked along the winter beach
Stripped of everything except wind and sand and sea.
I have looked into the summer sky for your blue-blue eyes;
All I see, repeatedly, are gray-clouds a-skimming vacant spaces.
If you could look into my blue-blue eyes
You would not sigh, nor pass my sadness by,
So blithely.

Slavers, Throwing Overboard The Dead And Dying (1840): J.M.W. Turner