Sadness sweeps,
hurt slowly creeps
everything begins to crumble.

To prevent demise,
smiles: clever disguise,
a saviour from the stumble.

On sorrow's brink,
this flood could sink
it all, what was revered.

Secrets have marred
that reality: now tarred,
instead overthrown by fear.

The silence scars,
through verbal spars,
please, disengage all pretences.

More bended truths
will sting, not soothe,
the already raised defences.

Grief always nigh,
tears fall, I cry
for what once was, now in disrepair.

Sobs achingly seep,
lament softly weeps
singing these melodies of despair.

From agony, I can't refrain,
so torment reigns
whilst awaiting anguish's eviction.

That age old spiel
that time will heal,
hardly quells the current affliction.

Though familiar signals
plead love to rekindle,
doubts continue to infringe.

For distrust can't recede
with concern unappeased,
now that safety has been unhinged.

So these sobs continue to achingly seep,
and with tortured lament, I softly weep,
singing these melodies of despair.

With grief always nigh,
tears fall, and I cry,
but with hope for harmonious repair.