The howling of a silent wind

Trying to find where you had sinned

God closed his eyes; the Devil grinned

The legless try to run

Hope's angel sought but never there

Both day and night filled with despair

As offered hands are empty air

For those whom life would shun

These are the times we live in

Our Existence seems forlorn

And though our hearts keep beating

From life we'll soon be torn

O, was it but one bird who sang

A plaintive, gentle note that rang

So full of love to give, she sprang -

impaled upon the thorn

Longing to live in sun's warm shine

Seeking the face of the Divine

Denied, until I needs resign

Awarded wreaths of scorn

These are the times I live in

With every step the path feels more forlorn

Straight ahead a dark abyss yawns for me

My Footing seeming ever more unsure

So much to give that none would take

To love and trust, our first mistake

Nightmares from which we cannot wake

No succour for our pain

No matter where we look we find

The gazes of the ever blind

Who hear no pleadings, pay no mind

Souls live and die in vain

These were the times we lived in

Our Existence was forlorn

Hearts, broken, have stopped beating

And, from your lives, we're gone

(C) Olivia Watts. 2017