Cold Comfort

This silent loneliness my closest friend, Those empty nights that kindly wait for me, It comes to ease the pain but not to mend The broken heart that struggled to be free. For pain may subside and fade to memory, But broken hearts can never be repaired, Old wounds heal leaving scars of destiny, That ward of curses of a love once shared. For love the heart and soul must be prepared, To feel the burn of facing deepest pain, When solitude reminds that no one cared, Still we fall in love again and again. When love has gone and we are left with fears, Those scars remain to numb the lonely tears. Form: Spenserian Sonnet