Windswept and desolate
that part within me,
that once held hope for we two;
so dashed my dreams,
so perilously smashed
against a ragged shore,
the flow of us diminished,
never to be restored.
And vacant I stand,
numbed and alone in dark void,
your scent a redolent haunting,
of what once was joy,
and here in the desolation,
where echoes breach the wordless planes,
my tears now dried, my heart petrified,
dashed hopes a sad refrain.
Twas forever in my heart,
given all and apart from moments of struggle,
love was bound in heart and voice,
and overcome was every wrong start,
until you decided wrong was our plight,
but you alone did forsake love,
walk away from every loving year
to find a freedom bound by your fears.
Where once in residing joy,
love was settled into family,
and that was first above all else,
until you deluded yourself
to believe that you were more,
than a wife and mother
and to restore a youth wasted,
a life of indulgence tasted.
Now in dismal sorrow,
you live in lesser circumstance,
a deluded romance that imprisons you
far more than before,
casting aside all that once held you in love,
to betray even your children,
mother and father,
clinging to your own lies.
Tony DeLorger © 2017