Forbidden Fruit

There is no magic, no omens beckoning,

    No end to the rains, my cloud has no lining.

It is cold outside, it is cold within,

    I feel the despair, I feel broken, in pain.

My heart goes numb, my soul plays dumb,

    I am weeping inside, destined to succumb,

To the fear of losing a cherished presence,

    My savior I thought, but fate says ‘not’

I have no regrets, inevitable has dawned,

   How terrifying though, the face it has donned,

Its pale like sorrow, its dark like soot,

    It’s a sweet misery, not unlike the forbidden fruit.