My Foresaken Wounded Heart By Shern The knowledge of A dire happenstance That will occur when I part from your side As I know it will arrive now, uninvited as it has in the past This coarse hovering pall that anxiously awaits To befall upon my lonely heart already broken A dreaded mist then shall too arrive and filter through my wayward soul Numbing all my senses, except mercilessly Leaving me to accept and to bear, The pain that consumes my forsaken wounded heart