Broken. Poem by paul mumbuna

In shadows cast by absent words,
My heart, a prison left unheard.
A solitude, a bitter cold,
Where echoes fade, where stories fold.

Once, you were my fortress strong,
Now, the silence feels so wrong.
Like shattered glass, our bond now lies,
A broken tale, tear-stained goodbyes.

The walls, they ache with memories,
Echoes of our symphonies.
Now, they crumble, brick by brick,
Leaving wounds that time can't quick.

Alone, I stand in this debris,
The relics of what used to be.
A chair, now vacant, mocks my grief,
Its emptiness, a cruel motif.

The echoes of your laughter linger,
A ghostly touch upon each finger.
The mirror reflects a fractured soul,
A puzzle missing a vital role.

In the sepulcher of my own mind,
Hope's elusive shadow I find.
Yet, amid the ruins of despair,
A prayer becomes my solitaire.

The prayer, a lantern in the dark,
Igniting flames, a hopeful spark.
Its whispers soothe the aching heart,
A balm for wounds that won't depart.

Objects now, like ghosts, betray,
Reminding me of yesterday.
The bed we shared, now cold and bare,
Mocking me with vacant stare.

Yet, in the chapel of my tears,
I find solace, face my fears.
The pew, a pewter anchor strong,
Where wounded souls find a healing song.

Sarcasm dances with despair,
A macabre waltz in the chilly air.
The clock, ticking with ironic glee,
As if time mocks the wounds in me.

So, in this lament, this poet's plea,
I etch my pain in poetry.
A catharsis, a silent scream,
A mosaic of a shattered dream.