Passing for normal

The face that was familiar was erased

Now I feel the emptiness within

A lonely heart,a mind that seems half crazed

By losing him,how greatly have I sinned?

The face so dear, seemed etched upon my heart

I did not see the writing on the wall

Now my heart is blank, how shall I start?

Never love another in this life?

Measure mathematics on a chart?

Learn the poet’s worth yet feel the knife?

The dagger in the heart, the loss of blood

Anaemic, faint and weak, where shall we go?

Like the chained up slaves felt, where is good?

The Arctic wastes of life, the frost the snow.

I smile and look contented , understood

My patient hands alone now sweat with blood