Sorrows of Eternity

Dark demise ravages the hearts of men.

Helpless souls stand alone with no recollection

Of the eternal pain they dealt.

Yet, they are constantly reminded by physical scars

Of torn flesh and mending spirits, from those in their past.

Then comes a day, the life line—cut.

Reminders cease, for they have run afar.

No more can they be seen, heard, felt.

Life—it seems—continues; cruel, obscure.

The journey now starts over

For the second time.

Eternity mends the hearts of those affected.

No relief for me.

My actions spoke for the last time.

--Wes Kipler