The languishing twist of a broken heart.
Fault to the nines, a shorn counterpart.
Imminent thoughts ambush the soul,
While distant memories raid the whole.
Shadows of emotions dark and gray.
Decaying to ruins as they betray.
Incurred by the loss, a great tragedy.
On thorns of hope, but beyond remedy.
Spirit of my soul, utterly frayed,
Must I endure yet one more day?
Christopher Meredith
