I Weep

By every altar, mourns with woe, one with  sorrow crushed. My heart, struggling and beating in shuddering fear, is fiercely anguished torn, and night, will nightly make grief’s length seem stronger. Direful changes lay in these dreamless nights, where nether abyss swallows the light and narrowing perceptions are writhed upon the wind’s grating cry, obliterating the nerveless silence. Seven times the space that measures day to night.

I weep.

In dark secrecy, hiding, obscured to the eye,

I weep.

It’s a ceaseless rain that beats upon my heart, embracing clouds in vain, never stopping to feel the day's disdain. Fearing not to shed these tears, they waft upon me in the midst of darkness, as hope's counter gleam to fate. Like the first drops after draught, they fall down at will, refreshing the wrinkles that furrow my continence. I am so lost in the black depths of night, of love that I can no longer tell dream from reality, and I pour on it my tears, crying the world away.
I cannot choose,
but I weep,
to have that which I fear most to lose,
You.