The Womb Of Solitude
He spoke of solace and pain,
As the tears invited the rain,
While his untamed heart
Surrendered.
Amongst the thorns of life,
He diluted his rage,
As the echoes of yesterday,
Halted my soul with worry.
Inside the womb of solitude,
All dreams were forsaken,
Freedom became numb,
In the deafening silence,
He fought his demons,
With every sacred bone.
He tried,
Not to feel alone,
But the destroyers of joy,
Pursued each thought,
With extraordinary ploy,
Leaving him trapped,
In a gaze of sadness.
I hope that in this life,
There is a rainbow,
Where sorrow
Dissolves with light,
And caresses the restless battle
With thyself.
Words cannot express,
The loss of precious time,
As the years take from him,
Through body and mind.
All that lies within,
A world of his design,
Is turning sombre,
And undefined.
I cannot fight his battles,
Or ease the suffering,
I can only hold every broken part,
Of this undying love.
