Shakened Heart

The tremble turned into whispers of fear
And suddenly the heart ponders for more
Hearing more than the soul can bear
I silent my senses sore

The plan was for you to always be
As we applaud your taking of another strike
By the lashers and the dense
By the bitter and the lame

Why is time being everything but kind
Why can’t its heavy hands weigh down the rushing tick
That sent the fate too soon
That asked him to hush that afternoon

They have sent you back
They have tucked you in
But the trembles continue
And the whispers prominent

You left them alone now
With their words not celebrated
By your yet again blunder
Or your yet again innocence

But the heart sores and will continue to
As I am reluctantly reminded
By your absence now and again
By your tale now and again