A Pall Upon My Soul

In bitter dreams I do recall what once was dearly mine

Melancholy becomes malaise, a mood turning saturnine

What once brought joy brings only an unceasing sorrow

It burrows into my heart to take up residence and borrow

Without asking, a sneak-thief claiming my joy in the midst of the night

Shambling off to devour my brightest memories where there is no light

What foul and wretched beast enjoys such access to my psyche?

None other than cursed loss, come to haunt me.

Shall I ever be free of this bedraggled soul, restrained

By the fastened hook dug deep within my flesh, burdened by chain

That once I wore like a warm garment to refresh my spirit's glow

Shall now torment my waking hours and fill my nights with low

Moaning whimpers and sobs, wracked from my breast, torn from my throat

Longing to hear the hollowness of my existence, to boast and gloat

Over my withered being; wraith-like, empty, and translucent as a ghost?

All that I wish, I cannot have, though I could sing praises of my host.

Forgive me my trespasses against thee, I beg and plead

Praying for the light of God in my hour of need

What shall I forsake, what shall I sacrifice next?

I feel as though my life has been hexed.

Such a small thing to cause such trouble and trial

Though I would walk many a mile

To just once be near you again, my dear departed friend

Please know I loved you, will love you always, without end.