The Extremely Severe Thought Burns Like A Pain In Me (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Minette, after Totius)

The extremely severe thought burns with a pain that cuts me
my love, the one with whom I wanted to live, is dead,
before God I stand in my sorrow and in my distress
and the days in the summer's sun flash past in thoughts
but nowhere there is any consolation for me:
children in Ethiopia suffer sever famine,
the news-reports talk about a train full of bread
and the children do not get this help in time
and days pass, become purposeless in their passing,
she was here and now in a mere moment she is gone
as if she never existed in the entire universe
but constantly the great longing for her remains,
where I am caught in a struggle between good and evil
and now, years later, she is only a memory that I do recall.

[Reference:"Die pyn-gedagte" (The painful thought by Totius.]

© Gert Strydom