When morning broke, I found myself alone,
And not a trace of you was left behind.
What once was lush and green is made of stone,
And all my hopes have fled or died or flown.
What once was pure has now no cure
And flesh has turned to bone.
Beneath the rainbow's far-flung arching hues,
We found a pot of gold that gave such wealth,
But now the sunlight never drys the dew,
And only weeds will grow where roses grew.
So now you're gone, I hear a song
That deafens me anew.
If I could shape the past and start afresh,
These lungs would cease to draw such ragged breaths.
If love was yours and mine forevermore,
My heart would not have cracked before my death.
I set my course for loveless lands
And wish for peace instead.
Ben, I too am glad that it was Nominated! Eloquent, to say the least, rhyming in perfect timing, it had to come from one who has experienced the sorrow, and loneliness that accompanies a broken heart.
All the best!
Ben I love the title and everything else that comes after. Peace, was there ever peace or will there be peace ever. I ask myself that every day and sadly the answer is no. Not in this world we are living in perhaps a hidden land somewhere. This write touched me. Glad to see nominated. All the very best as ever