The One I Called My Own Poem by viv ...

I live down the memory lane
where grief dwells in a shattered heart
constructed aloof, by deceived stones
it is battled into lifeless parts.

Its no fairytale land but a ruined realm
the callous clouds are painted black
bliss is etched in illusive ink
tears emerge from evermore cracks

Fixed at the lonesome road are my eyes
cold as ice, still burning loud
yearning for a flicker of hope
still unreckoned and unheard shout.

Wired inside the deaf walls
lives an envelope of my emotions
surviving, in loving memory of
the one i called my own...