Wounded Sigh

A wounded sigh, an expression evincing the pain of hurt, A bawl in solitude, turbulence of inner emptiness stirs, When emotions clamor, simmering in angst of regrets, When mute demeanor, of injured breath, wistfully frets. Soul desperately aches for a special someone to talk to, Someone who understands the language of quietude, Someone who can soothe the trauma, of life gone askew, Someone who brings to fore, hope of tomorrow anew. Laments of past echo, moaning upon meadows of life, Reverberating in heartbreak of grief, bereft of promise, To rehabilitate devastation of savage emotional storms, As covenants, deemed eternal, hesitate in broken vows. Wounded hearts now trace moments of love, sadly lost, When loneliness dwells in nightmares of past forlorn, When the abandoned pledges of forever, callously mock, As muffled wail recalls, life of joy and love, that once was. Sorrows now seek solace, yearning compassionate voice To soothe tides of heartbreak, agitating lonesome mind, As hopes of morrow rekindle in womb of promising night, When smile-endearing, subjugates cry of wounded sigh.