Without a Word

Without a Word To me, what would be the saddest sorrow? Some sympathy you are unable to borrow; A moment to share which is so full of fun That forever is completely over and done. Head and heartache, pain and disbelief In themselves never provide any relief And only thing that they ever will do Is produce more pain and a battle brew. You may look deep into her blue eyes Then listen to all of her oohs and sighs At end of complete day, you will groan Now that you have been left all alone. Love has gone and now you are lonely She in the past was your one and only And now no matter where you may go Over a cliff one day yourself did throw. Water was raging way down far below Along side a few flowers tried to grow; In lonesome valley echo can be heard Voice had left his body without a word. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran www.poetrysoup.com www.story-telling-around-the-world.com