Examination of a Rogue's Soul
The soul withers from sobs within the heart
to die in dark sorrow that it has wrought
whispy shadows that refuse to depart
will claim the lonely realm by what was sought
ardor's passions an ornamental string
to dangle on the heart a shiny desire
words to lovers and the comfort they bring
to feed the yearnings their hearts admire
so smoothly bent the gates that were broken
they lay on the ground of tombstones and lies
hidden betrayal from the words spoken
as memories bring sadness that belies
nothing is left but a dark empty cold
and loneliness that will grow ever old
7/11/22
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2022
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