O, Love Has Fled From Me

Such pity love has fled...

 

O such a pity love has fled from me

    Upon the wings of some nightmarish fate

O such a pity scorn and misery

    Is all that lingers by my heart’s black gate

 

O such a pity wilted is love’s rose

    O such a pity withered is love’s light

O such a grief that I bear countless woes

    With which I am unable but to fight

 

I thought that love’s bright, warm flame would persist

   For countless years, for countless days and on

But hapless being, it waned ‘neath the mist

    That blocked the radiant rays of the sun

 

O such a pity, such a dark despair

    O such a sadness that I can’t contain

There’s nothing worse or moreover unfair

    Than love that’s been left in the dark to wane… 

Reviews

[Tom]

'O woe is me' is the theme here, a poem of lament and sorrow as love departs leaving an empty heart !

Soulfully sad !

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This poem drips with despair, spilling its virtual ink on the screen. There's a palpable darkness that is reiterated throughout, and it really resonates this sorrow to the reader.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you. After all, like you said, poetry is the sister of sorrow.

[Abdul Aziz]

Sadness is rampant in this poem. You have made no effort to contain it. Often the best poems are written in sadness. You show how abruptly it all happens. Life's all warm and wonderful and suddenly, it isn't. "it waned 'neath the mist", an apt metaphor.
If I had to say one thing, it would be that "beneath" would be more suitable than 'neath to maintain both the flow and the meaning of the poem. But this is a poem about the emotion and not the structure, so nitpicking doesn't help. Very well written as always.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

I'll take that into consideration. Thank you.

[Alexis]

I love this so much, especially how it flows all together. Don't hesitate to send me a reading request. (:

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you for your kind words. I won't.

[Rita L. Sev]

There's nothing that feels worse than love, when it withers... despair presented in a classical poem; nicely done, Gleb.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you for your kind words.

[icelandicblue]

Love is wonderful until it isn't:

I thought that love’s bright, warm flame would persist
For countless years, for countless days and on
But hapless being, it waned ‘neath the mist
That blocked the radiant rays of the sun

It's a lovely poem Gleb.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you for your kind words.