Torture
what do widowers feel each day
while waking up alone
what thoughts consume their minds
each night
obsessed with their love gone
i tell a truth not lightly heard
but truth it's nonetheless
there is a pain unworthy of
one's enemies confessed
there is a torture pure in pain
i'd curse on no one man
a daily readventure to
no soul would understand
albeit those who've felt this burn
I pray for them each one
protect them from this misery
in Jesus name the Son
Copyright © Jess Opperman | Year Posted 2020
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