Forlorn
To suffer from the heart’s demise, forlorn.
the truth sheds light on layers of lies, forlorn.
I listen each day for the sparrow’s song,
yet winter brings the raven’s cries, forlorn.
Lord nigh, I seek hope only you can bring.
Distant smiles disclose my own disguise, forlorn.
My angel descends unto the early hours.
Upon her silken gowns, I close my eyes, forlorn.
When oh when will I trust to love again?
To think I became all I despise, forlorn.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2013
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