The darkness of midnight coughs out the morning sun.
My heart aches and yearns for the dark cloud again.
The one above my head is obvious in the day.
The weight it carries is my burden.
The sadness its shine brightening with the morning sun.
It's darkness a pale contrast to the blue blue sky.
It moves with me forever looming above my head.
As it tells my story once more with great dread.
The broken hearted boy whose heart burns and yearns.
To be reunited with all he has lost.
His innocence was not one to be spared.
When this darkness struck no survivors had been left.
The fragile heart in this boy was much like a young rose.
Young, fragile and filled with many a hope.
His heart wilted to nothing but a stem.
As one he loved dished a betrayal.
Who could it be other than his own mother.
As she spun her web of lies in the garden of his heart.
He slowly became lost by all but the small light.
One had broken his cloud and mended his fragile heart.
The cloud above his head no longer his burden.
Only a memory of a time before he saw the sun truly shine.
His rose grows again right in his heart.
Where his true love stands with ease.
Always mending the rose that had been wilted.
And growing her own next to that with the light that will now forever shine.
Author's Note: I haven't written poems in awhile but here's a new one I hope you all will enjoy, it comes from my heart right in my garden.
