False pretences

A poem (fictional)

False pretences

My once bright world now desolate.
I am condemned to loneliness.
Always alone disconsolate
I am bereft without my mate.

The sorrow I cannot express,
has left me inarticulate.
Sad thoughts I must perforce repress.
I do not wish to cause distress

to those who also loved my mate.
They do not know nor can they guess.
I do not live I simply wait
until I can rejoin my mate.

When she was here then life was sweet.
Together we knew happiness.
Without her I am incomplete.
I know the meaning of defeat.

I am consumed by hopelessness
and wish my heart would cease to beat
Bring to an end my loneliness
That's how I feel but daren't confess.

So I pretend and try to cheat
I must pretend to happiness
and smile at everyone I meet.
I am well practiced in deceit.

17-Feb-09

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Reviews

[Beatrice Boyle (Grandm..]

Ivor...you must have been reading my diary after my husband died...WORD FOR WORD!

This is such a personal portrait of grief...only one who has been through it could write it so poingnantly and truthfully.

Thank you for this!

Bea

[Donald Meikle]

You put yourself in dire straits to pen a poem dinna y'ken o'paintin' dragons on the wall? I'll cross index fingers in y'behalf lad. Some truths are be''er left unsaid

[David Lewis Paget]

I'm glad you annotated this piece 'fictional' Piers - you had me worried for a minute. I thought your wife had died. A very sad piece, however, and a true representation of exactly how one WOULD feel in the circumstances, after a lifetime of being together. (It's an interesting rhyme scheme you have there - ABAA - I don't think I've ever tried that one).
David.