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Love's Sorrow As black storm clouds hover overhead
and distant rumbles of thunder roar,
in between the lines, the words unsaid
leave faith lying shattered on the floor.
Cloaked in dark shadowed mysteries,
incessant whispers tease and taunt
with shrouded ghostly memories
of uttered ugliness that haunt.
Left drowning in the pouring rain,
lightning strobes capture, flashing bright,
all that once was and what remains,
replaying vividly in darkest night.
By acrid recrimination ravaged,
no greater pain could be inflicted,
nor torment that could be more savage,
than that which is on self afflicted.
Yet what has died can't be replaced,
for fragments of what once was true,
could not survive a fall from grace,
and resurrect what once we knew.
Still deep inside, there hesitates,
remorse for pain and anguish caused,
but hindsight always comes too late,
to make amends for what is lost.
Acidic indecision tightly binds.
Averted eyes choose not to see.
In blissful ignorance, who is blind?
Truly, is it you or is it me?
