Turmoil Speaks From Within Pain Of Years

Turmoil speaks from within pain of years

Of a life lived alone in the company of tears.

Elations of love near replaced by time

Wherein jealousy grew and hence bore crime.

A crime of passion known not yet unto man

Where a love so pure whence this story began,

Became a poison so inviting; ate away soul

While life past by no longer whole.

Memory serves as remembering will

So that fondness survives with great skill.

In the minds of those who once were fond

Live memories of such strong bond.

Love once spoken with bodies and eyes,

Fingers softly caress trembling thighs.

Lovemaking made with angelic song,

Until spite won again and before long...

Turmoil speaks from within pain of years.~Jess

I wrote this last night (well this morning, technically) as I was thinking back on my recently lost marriage and how it felt to be in the midst of that life.
They don't teach you what it feels like to teeter on the seesaw of a broken relationship. Experience alone is the teacher for that lesson of life.