Kept

she always wept
each time i left
all her tears i’ve kept
into each night i've slept
after all these years
they’ve become my tears
this is the bed i've made
dreams cut like a blade
when memories won’t fade
it’s not that i brood
that’s never my mood
i have too much sand
for that to be my hand
i strive for all that’s grand
it just feels so bland
i must live life alone
i have sins to atone
by the gods i have grown

she will never know
i keep her heart in tow
it’s better this way
i have a price to pay
for leading a heart astray
i’ll fade into the gray

i wander the world
my sadness is furled
tucked deep in a sack
i toss on my back
on a cloistered trek
through exotic places
blurs of many faces
among heaven’s graces
yet I cannot share
her scent gone from the air
that wafted from her hair
my soul is worn
by love’s rending storm
my memoirs forlorn

night has come but no sleep
i must tuck in the tears i keep
in amber light of a lamp
in a faraway camp
i journal in siwa
about stars over oia.

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This is written in the skeltonic poetic form. My first attempt at this style of poetry.