Sunday, 3 May 2015


An empty place where my heart once flew
With joy and love buoyed
Now I find there is naught but pain
Ashes left when it was destroyed

Ripped into pieces and scattered away
Each pain a single stroke
But a thousand pains, a million more
Became a  heavy cloak

When all that remains
Is the memory of a time
When I simply cannot
Find the strength to climb

What then left to do but listen
To those words kept hidden until now
Words hidden with purpose and reason
To listen would break a vow

Shattered then, that vow shall be
As the words are spoken
Let them wash over and stain as they will
Now that all is broken

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