Lost

All alone
here in this dark cavern, cold..wet..damp..
Love doesn’t beat in here today,
just a hollow shell.
In this heart, bereft of hope, bereft of joy,
only woe murmurs the voices in the air,
whistling through the caverns of what once was,
a heart of bounty, a heart of joy..

Not a soul in sight,
even the departed stay away this night,
among their own, in realms of dark,
in realms of light..
The Lord of solitude mocks from inside,
an enemy faceless without form,
laughs at my plight, this dark, foreboding night.

Was she real, as this cloak of shadow
or a passing wisp of foggy imagination
enveloping me?
Not sensing her presence or feeling her touch again
stings like a whip snapping a gash,
searing a welt borne of the hottest coals of Hades,
deep upon fabric of my being,
into the recesses of my soul.

Will she , wont she..come back..
The nightingale in the distance sings a mournful lullabye,
tearful, mindful of my plight,
amidst the chorus of wolves howling in the distance.
Their cry in unison heralds the darkest hour of an
eternal moment of regret,

Is this an eternity of regret
To have missed her pass into my domain
Or a moment of infinite fear
of having lost her forever?