Penance Paid Poem by Brad Kellum

A sorrowful wind blows gratingly across his heart.
Blindingly ignorant to the thought that his soul in two halves part.
Untold the damage repeatedly done.
Dull eyes, devoid of love now shining alone.
Ripped away he took the greatest gift.
Unmended can be the only way of this rift.
Without weight, without measure, no longer a strong belief.
In his darkest of hearts this is a relief.
Expectedly no longer there harshly sapped away through despair.
No more smiles.
No more warmth.
Vacantly staring his time's done.
Not knowing, not sure.
Yet, he fears wonderous love no longer felt.
Laying here as his flesh metls.
Standing in the spotlight of blame he places his head upon the chopping block.
Even when he believes his love has become a mockery.
His has become the knight of cumbersome doom.
As these dark clouds spread, withered and dread.
He will not give into the receeding of the light.
Even when everything is put right.
They will never look at him with the same sight.