Loos of Joy

The laughter of a close friend,
Fades into a silent refrain,
The younger and tender years,
Got well acquainted to pain,
Dreams shadowed by loss
Haunted by grief, forever more.

Echoes, in the empty space, stroll
In the silent of the night,
A whisper calls.
So deep avoid, a young soul appall
A ghost still calls,
For fear of being forgot.

Once shared joy,
Now replaced by a mournful sting.
Just like my moods,
The swings outside, they ghostly and silently swing
The playground, I now dread visit,
The memories are overwhelming.

A tender heart, seeks reasons why,
This much hurt, has been felt;
Directed to a world so young,
Now lost to emptiness and cold.
I pray a lesson blooms
In such depth of sorrow.