Of great sorrow's known, tormenting
Like life's lost moments,
That dwell inside this shell.
Tis not the everlasting pain,
That comes to mind, foremost.
Hidden so deep inside, reminding
Like a wound un-healed,
That festers so sullenly unresolved.
Tis not the memories forsaken,
That comes to mind, foremost.
Of the love lost, remaining
Like stolen hearts forever,
That cannot so easily forget.
Tis not the minds choice,
That comes to mind, foremost.
This heart forgets not, unending
Like stained glass broken,
That wishes to remain whole.
Tis not the choices made,
That come to mind