Forsaken

Across dark deserts of despair
I stumble, tumbling
Through chasms of perdition
Craving your pardon, your pity
Offering contrition
For sins uncommitted

Screams silent, haunted, violent
Rage in empty acres of my heart
Injustice burns but love still yearns
Smelling your musk scent
On pillow still
Your body sweet on silken sheet

Could she love you more than I?
Has she more heart, more soul
To extol your virtue, beauty?
Than he who cannot forget
Cannot extinguish cannot relinquish
Passion‘s prior claim

We conjoined by vow
By deed, by nurtured seed
I father of our child
Forsaken
For the summon
Of another woman