It’s difficult to find the words –
Pain does not effortlessly flow
Through time and space – no hope towards
The fool who reaps just what he sows.
The tragedy – dark, haunting, vile,
Hidden within half-broken heart,
Weighs still upon the lone exile,
Splits mind in two – sets love apart.
Heartbroken memories we keep
Remind of healing never done,
Of never undertaken leap
Of faith we hesitantly shun.
But as words still fail to express
The sentiment which can’t be heard
I pray: allow me to confess
My feelings, saying not a word.