Dante's Lament

Dante's Lament

struck dumb,

blinded,

as your light fades

into the frozen frosted

empty wastes of the past.

the ticking clock

torments the senses

now departed,

strikes the hour

in clamorous anger

for that absent sun.

intoxication rages through

these broken tears

and memories spent.

and the dark shadow of

time looms over the day

'till nothing more remains

but

bitter  fatigue

and

sleep