Dark Time

In a day my world was shattered. In a night my life was lost.
For a week full nothing mattered when my love, like trash, was tossed.
There was nothing -- there was pain,
Anger, hate, disgust, disdain,
Heart ablaze, soul full of rain --
There was nothingness that battered at my mind. I paid the cost.

I was punished. I was beaten. I was left behind for dead.
I was named a fool, a cretin, a buffoon by what she said.
My entire life was lost
When my love, like trash, was tossed,
And perforce I paid the cost
When the poison I had eaten turned my helpless heart to lead.

Through the shadows in the valley neither comfort came nor care;
In the darkness of the alley, yes, I faced my own despair
And I wished that I were dead,
Wished the words had not been said
That had turned my heart to lead,
And I sat alone with Kali and she told me it was fair.

Fair was nothing. Fair was never to be free of endless pain.
Fair, she told me, was to ever be an object of disdain.
And she killed me. Did she care?
No, she laughed at my despair
And she told me it was fair
When she cast me out forever, and she filled my soul with rain.