A heavy head or...

A heavy head or a heavy heart,
Beloved,
have I borne from year to year
until I saw the face, 
and sorrow after sorrow took the
place in the world.
All the fighting and struggle amongst
insistent people,
lost,
all those natural joy's as lightly worn
as the strangled pearls, each lifted in its turn
by a beating heart in a refuge's camp,
or somewhere in the world.
Deep being !
Fast it sinketh,
as a thing, 
missing the essential in life ;
Security, food, dignity...