For so long have I been separated from thee,
Sadness becomes blindness no longer can I see,
I suffer these sleepless and lonely nights,
Upon my soul a great fire sorrow lights.
I warn thee of lurking evil,
Yet my words you only belittle,
The tunnel from which the words I spake,
Sealed and upon my palate do they break.
Conveniently doth thou lose thy love for me,
You bury me in the sands of time with utter glee,
Love and care did I have for thee but sadness upon my heart you struck,
There's nothing left to say but this is my rotten luck
Why doth my love merit such immense pain?
Happiness you once gave 'tseems now you wish to drain.
Of all seasons did I stand by you with endless loyalty,
Now in need of help I suffer alone and compose this purgatory.
YOU ARE READING
INSOMNIA
PoetryDolor refers to the feeling of sadness. X is about Malcolm X and the fight against oppression of black people. Necessitudo finita means 'this is the end of our union'.