Recompense Poem by Jonathan H. Scott

Deep within the labyrinth of your heart,
Echoes there a voice you know but well.
Its loneliness and you will never part,
Within your soul, the ache will ever dwell.

Quietly, it softly calls your name,
Though others are unable to discern—
Breathless, yet, it haunts you all the same,
And its eternal fire will always burn.

Deprived of hope that time shall pass away,
You bargain for your soul against yourself.
It's emptiness, wherein your mind will stay
And there remain— a jot upon a shelf.

Useless is to feign the truth long past.
Shadows hold you fast within your dreams.
Secrets veiled were never meant to last—
Nothing ever will be as it seems.

The silence of the past is drawing near,
And whispers it unto your heavy heart,
Breathing words you do not wish to hear
Of truth revealed that now lies torn apart.

Dare you ever look into your soul?
‘tis far beyond the reach of all to go!
The burden of your heart exacts its toll
For secrets dark that only you can know.

Now, comes the time for evening the score
In recompense for laying waste the years;
The burden will be borne forevermore!
The final tally paid in woe and tears.