Secret Sorrow
August 28th 2007 18:40
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 quiet place.
The hollow echo that mocks the heart.
Who broke a promise? What price was paid?
To cause a soul in sorrow laid.
Within a bed of grief.
Dust will gather, moss will grow
Years will pass and people go
Forever will we guess
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 quiet place.
The hollow echo that mocks the heart.
Who broke a promise? What price was paid?
To cause a soul in sorrow laid.
Within a bed of grief.
Dust will gather, moss will grow
Years will pass and people go
Forever will we guess
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