Muted Tears

08 | A Soul's Suffering

The golden fires of the stars
Vanish in the darkness
Of his grief-stricken eyes,
As in sheer agony he weeps,
Under nostalgia's heavy veil,
Lamenting and mourning
Those serene days of glee.

A roar of absolute misery
Escapes his quivering lips
As he helplessly sinks into
The icy puddle of anguish.
Pain is strangling his neck
And long has pooled
Into his heavy lungs,
As in helplessness I watch
The sorrow in his tears.

The moonlight cloaks him
In a prickly sheen of light,
But never did the gleam
Enter his heavy heart;
Thus, he sinks and sinks
Into the kingdom of night,
Following the fate
Of bygone times.

His crestfallen soul
Has fallen from the stars,
And here it suffers
Of limited times—
For an eternal soul
Shall never get used
To the pain that comes
From momentary days.