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I am broken by love and experience.
The days of childhood sweethearts living and loving and marrying and loving eternally is temporal.
This life is temporal but within me the pain is eternal.
The memories are unforgivable, frustration unbearable, the time spent unrecoverable. Hope was eternal, a flicker of a flame on a withered candle.
All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle, a single flicker, a single flame.
In one awakening, in one wisp, that flicker of flame was gone. Now the darkness encirles me, fills my lungs and chalks my words black, dialates my pupils to suspicion, my mind to lusting pursuits, hands to dubious deeds, thrusting to selfish needs and wants.
My flesh consumes me and I grow tired still searching for a hope unrecovered.
