The Days Are Gloomy.

The days are gloomy as in a frosty wintry day

andthe nights withou an end.

The torment is too great to fathom

without her.

How can I ever live

with the emptiness of a notion

and the barrenned of a univers.

What you have left

is a barren nest

without the mother bir

the chicks will die.

I could have felt you

disappearing every day along the waves of the ocean

melting away as you do now into the mist

of a wintry morning

moving like a cloud that gives no respit.

Move. move away into the memories

of an empty seat

a vague horison.

What is lifeif it is full of promisses

to be lived in all regrets?

Alfred Grech

13.01.2020.