The Dark Abandon

He lives alone in the dark abandon
Dim lights and trees surround
An empty shell of a heart in tandem
With grief and loss abound
He cries at night, although none can hear him
No moon, no stars, no sky
A mute, alone, an unwitting victim
Of a long, painful goodbye

He stares outside in the dark abandon
The fog obscures his view
The mist around flooding in to dampen
Every memory he knew
Alone, he longs for a different answer
An alternative path to trudge
But here it is, a terminal cancer
To be the Devil’s judge

He rests alone in the dark abandon
And prays his soul to keep
Yearning for some way the Lord will stand in
Bringing his soul to sleep
One day, there will be a light before him
As the cherubs welcome him home
But now, this test in the dark abandon
Prevents his sweet shalom