painful joy

in deafening silence a hermit dwells
actor of life, survivour of the swells
he aches , he weeps in silent grief
for his heart has been stolen by a thief
the thief supreme, the thief discreet
for this is on thief timely unique

in deafening silence a warrior dwells
child-like is he among the quells
he's lonely, yet composed
of health hale
despite Life's hails

in defening silence a young man weeps
of life's toils and pleasures to meet
he wonders why, he wonders how
how hard he wonders
time will not tell

perhaps life was meant to be discovered
perhaps pain was meant to be felt
perhaps love was meant to break us
perhaps joy was meant to heal
perhaps hope is comforting

but in the end we all break down
when reality kicks in

what is heartbreak without pain
what is pain without wounds
what is memory without scars
what is life without memory
nothing. indeed. nothing.