Renold Jolves

Truth of the Lonely

Broken paths

Narrow lanes

Horrid wrath

Broken face

 

Open up my closet cold

I wish for this everyday

That I am told

“You have been blessed in every way”

 

Now once again

Im left alone

Left in sin

Sin made of stone

 

She told me once

Shame on me

Told me I am but a dunce

Yet how, when I loved her free

 

She left, She crushed, and mostly..

Destroyed me