Clothesline

There is a darkness of my mind,
No other soul has yet to find,
Except a love that’s here no more,
Left hanging out upon the line.

My heart will be forever sore,
Will never dry with rain that pours,
My bones will never love again,
I cannot mend the flesh that tore.

Wrinkles of time make iron bend,
Stained by the words of bitter friends,
No one seems to understand,
The haunted wire where my love ends.

I tried to wash the pain by hand,
Prayed that the Sun would fill the land,
And dry my eyes kept cold and damp,
As my love returned to God’s warm lamp.