Redemption's Lost Soul

Without the warmth of a woman's love,
A man's soul grows cold.
He aches and ponders past times and regrets,
When he held a heart of beauty unbound,
And destroyed that which he did not know he had.

Until winter's nights remind him of her touch.
As he eats alone in quiet reflection.
Remembering when laughter filled the air,
And her voice calling out his name...
Replaced now by silence.

Ghosts would come in the dead of night.
Memories of good times past.
But, they too have now forsaken him.
The sentence given which bears justice will stand,
And lessons hard learned shall remain.

He screams into night's darkest void,
“God have mercy on my wretched soul!”
But his prayers go unanswered.
Whilst dreams of holding such beauty again,
Carry him without promise.

Redemption's lost soul searches for a smile.
His hopes and dreams to be someone,
Who someone cares about,
End with the light at the end of each day,
Only to begin again when morning's light shines.