Sorrow...Summer,1990) Poem by DM W

O sorrow flows like endless rain and hail
In the heart's meagre, unsteady domains:
Which were not built for such intense downpours.
The sun of happiness no longer roars.
It has vanished some time ago; along
With hope and faith. O they may say stay strong,
But what can one do when the will has gone? !
No point to night skies; I once gazed upon;
The stars no longer shine so bright; just glow.
I contemplate the ashes of a rose:
No beauty in summer's lush, fiery flowers.
In my eyes, they have lost their vital power.
There is nothing to do; nothing to say,
Now the mind's clear blue skies have turned to grey.