By Cynthia Louise Baker Bogear
Written May 30, 2017
A mournful sound cries out in the night,
Something deep from within the soul.
Shadows cast on an aching heart,
Only transparent to my own.
The love of another not to be gained,
Just a road that is walked alone.
A path walked for so long,
That it has called to the very soul.
Never a path intentionally wanting,
Rather the protection of one's own heart.
Looking into youth the game had been played,
Youth has gone and only wisdom remains.
Now discovering the game had trumped my own,
This road now must be walked alone.