The Place of Grievance

I wander alone in a place so odd,

Where there’s nothing but absolute darkness.

Grieving as I call for my lord.

Surely, he must’ve known the heartless betrayal.

All that’s left is a blame to myself,

For the damage I caused to my poor heart.

I leave myself in denial,

Oh God, what a trial.

There’s no choice but to move on,

What’s done is done, and what’s gone is gone.

I shall heal on my own and let no one know,

For there’s always going to be a void in this poor soul.