Closure

Stabbing words, their weapons of warfare

Battling hearts, stand armour-less and bare

Deep incisions, damaging them in unison

Wounding words, bruising hearts to the blue

Vulnerable victims of words too many, few

A string of words, being woven into a lyric

Music of the classics, comforting the cynic

Souls once sore now sing in symphony galore

Bittersweet words heard playing on their pain

Warm words, thawing the once ice-cold vein

The words were confused, the heart conflicted

To the labyrinth, their words were restricted

In the past was pensive, what is now defensive

Scarring words, regretting, however relentless

Flowing sans knowing, in denial of the mess

A whirlpool of words, said in a state of delirium

Heartbreak’s beautiful tragedy you can’t fathom

Desperate words dripping uncontrollably so

Every letter of every word, echoes with pity

It echoes of the beauty of their inevitability