He listened to the words and they sound right,
But then as he slipped into the darkness of sleep,
His breathing slowed, and shattered heart stopped beating.
Here he lies with the memories and thoughts of what could have been,
And tonight, he will not wake the same.
The morning sun will no longer shine on his face,
And his soul has become dark in his death.
He dreamt one last dream, and it was of her,
And she took all the rest of his dreams with her.
He slept in agony and despair
As he attempted to collect the pieces of his shattered heart,
And he felt the flame of his soul flicker
And turn to a smoldering ember which lost its heat
And finally became an ashen lump of nothingness.
The words that used to flow forth
Are forever twisted in pain,
And cut as the leave him.
His scars forever to bear in his death.
Robert J Nye (2008)
