A Lost Word

When sorrow finds new depths, And a promise came to hide. The vision of naked, empty words . . . No longer vacant, now reside. Without meaning, the flight is hollow, As if a mirage, bending sand to the wind. Yet the void remains in memory, While efforts to remove, will not rescind. If action fails to follow what was heard, Like a dark shadow vanquished to light. Then novel remedies are sorely needed, While leftover scars are still in sight.