Secret Sorrow
I’m Empty
How sad. An epitaph upon a stone. It tells the world yet stands alone.
What was the purpose of a life. A jilted husband, a betrayed wife. No one will
know.
Cold rock and empty space. A silent tomb, a silent place.
The hollow echo that mocks the heart.
Who broke a promise. What price was paid.
To cause a soul in sorrow laid.
A bed of grief.
Dust will gather. Moss will grow.
Years will turn and people go.
Forever will we guess.
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