Justine's Requiem for Glen (Poetry)

Just when the flame was brightest,
Death snuffed the candle out,
Abandoned me to darkness
And bitterness and doubt.

Your ghost waits in my cupboard -
Shelves bare before you came -
Now crammed with sad frustration
And anger sharp as pain.

A desert blows within me,
A wilderness too wide
To travel now I'm wounded -
The sword deep in my side

Is turning once a minute,
In cold, relentless rage,
I pace the room and rattle
The door of reason's cage.

Blood drips a red reminder
And lays its bitter claim,
The flower fades and withers,
Your love dries like a stain.

Our gamble was ill-fated,
The wine we drank is gone.
The fool I was stays sober
And hurt, like life, drags on.