Broken Melody

Wherein this life
to which I am bound
Have I heard such a whisper
with no sense of sound?
In the lives of death
and the death of living,
Awaits the true blessing
of God’s great giving.
To smell the fragrance
of one’s gentle soul
Brings on the coming
of the death angel’s toll.
It is here I walk into my
forsaken tragedy,
Under the soft murmurs of my
broken melody.
I am a slave to the pain
from my heart I borrow
For a taste of your lips
brings forth the sorrow.
No words can but slow these
dying crystalline tears,
I am helpless as they shatter my
precious withered years.
Hope is a blessing
that does not live here anymore,
It has left me bleeding,
broken upon the wooden floor.
In pieces dwells a spirit
that once belonged to me.
Please leave me now, let me go,
my spirit must go free.
Though I close my heavy eyes
and touch the bitter light
No dream could ever have me
save the blackened night.
Even as my ashes fall
and my memories slowly fade,
I lie awake in twilight dreams
of my heart once betrayed.
As teardrops tap the window,
a storm blankets the sky.
I turn my weary head
and prey my last goodbye.