The Days

This place has made a liar of me
This time a time of shame
Truth get thee behind me
I know not your rightful name.

Once I was true before the darkness
The engulfing loss of love
Too pure too sharp too deep to bear
Heart sealed in a velvet glove.

The lack therein the space lies open
Waiting for the nectar to fill
Yet no more can the hole grow to whole
Than the earth be any other than still.

No Gallant Knight, no suitor fair
No offspring, neither bonny nor blithe
Can replace the gaping maw within
Or heal the pain of not seeing you alive.

So in a life half lived I view this world
A stranger looking without from within
Through a pane of seperation
Out to games I will never join in.