'Broken but not Destroyed'

Solitudes back breaking labour,

Meant for both prisoner and stranger,

Despised by those always together,

Has found its way to me forever?

A peace long desired, perpetually broken,

Love's poem departed, is no longer spoken,

The land bares our stories that lay in the grave,

Written like books, on forest and glade,

Etchings on oak tree, forgotten by all,

Two immortal names carved, distant and small,

Joy found in moments, destroyed by dismay,

Wind blowing memoirs, air gone astray,

Love once known despised,

Tears fall down from my eyes,

Heart once struck by an arrow,

Broken in two by new sorrow,

A Bed full of comfort, is swollen with weeping,

Solitary confinement, in captivity sleeping,

Time healer of wounds appears to be broken,

Vows vanish with death and are no longer are spoken,

Comforters come but broken like me,

Rip open wounds and gaze as I bleed,

Together we're empty alone unfilled,

Sleep now a saviour unconsciously instilled,

No sound heard in this world,

Silence deafens with screeches unfurled,

Darkness is all that I see,

Surrounding encompassing me,

My mind’s boxed in a tomb; it’s at home in this grave,

Speaking proverbs of love better lost than not braved,

But this fool in his folly found joy in that moment,

To late the fool sees his normality bent,

The morning comes slowly revealing the light,

The minute is pasted for my fears in the night,

Pictures on the wall find reality tamed,

Loved ones now separated are depicted and framed,

Light in the distance perceived,

Time’s week on vacation reprieved,

 Though the scars of the wound still remain,

Life brings contentment again,

Precious recollections now displayed in the mind,

Return unyielding hope no creature could find,

An unspoken rule is now found,

That sorrows remain in the ground.