Wounded Heart

With all the dead and dying I have seen

One would think the darkness like a sigh

Had covered me, blanketed my life

Or buried me to stifle an anguished cry.

Though death is a transition, not a goal

When he took the light from my beloved's face

To leave the body lifeless and the soul

Departing through the gloom in his embrace

Then agony was mine and joy had gone,

Lost was the sun amid the weeping stars,

Riven my life by deep and searing pain

And the wounded heart forever marked with scars.