My heart it lies within these walls
where my dear love once dwelt.
Until torn apart by a tragic card
that fates cruel hand had dealt.
To fight a mighty battle
within himself, he went.
He struggled against an unseen foe
until his days were spent.
His life was like a turbulent sea
crashing against the shore.
He had so many things to prove,
needed to settle every score.
The pain it seered across his brow
like the deepest thunders roar.
He banged his fists against stone wall
until his knuckles were bleeding and sore.
Heart torn from within his chest
thoughts and feelings cold as ice.
To release himself from all this pain
he would pay any price.
He dropped down upon his knees
and prayed to those most high.
He looked for answers that never came,
no matter how hard he did try.
To comfort him, I tried so hard
but all to no avail.
He would cling to me through all his pain.
"I can't go on" he'd wail.
The drawn out battle he wanted to end,
suffer he would no more.
Into the empty chalice
the poisoned wine he did pour.
Now I, alone, am left to weep
© Brenda Diskin 1996
within these empty walls
and every night when I try to sleep
I hear my lover's calls.