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A Solitary Silhouette
The Autumn of his life looms dark and cold,
‘midst lonely stretching shadows of regret,
for who could e’er imagine years of gold,
would bear a solitary silhouette.
The icy silence feeds a growing chill,
as distances ‘tween souls grows ever far,
for bitter words bear lonely days to fill;
a wounded heart oft’ wears a lasting scar.
Regretful acts lay heavy ‘pon the heart,
dissolving bonds that meld lives into one,
for faithless shallow vows drive souls apart;
unthinking reckless acts are ne’er undone.
A life grows cold ’neath shadows of regret,
then casts a solitary silhouette.
