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.