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No
Balm For Grief
You
plunged me into
darkness by your
leaving
and fired the
plagues of hell
inside my soul.
No power on
earth can still
my anguished
grieving;
the very gods
themselves
cannot console.
Imprisoned in a
dungeon of
despair,
I'm chained to
haunting
memories of you.
Entrapped inside
a devastating
lair,
I curse the day
that from my
arms you flew.
How shall I
live? Oh, how
shall I go on?
What can I find
to mend this
bleeding hole
inside my heart
and lift this
grating stone?
What strong
emollient salve
can make me
whole?
My love, my
life, with you I
yearn to be,
for there's no
balm, no healing
salve for me.
Copyright ©
1994 Ruth Gillis
Previously
published in the
March/April 1995
issue of Tucumcari
Literary Review
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