A poem of trouble and strife. |
-Void- Void, canceled, simply annulled, endlessly aching, unconsoled. Life without you, cause without reason, touch without sense, time without season. I face life now facing a cancerous sore, a sordid parasite that eats at my core. All that makes me whole, all I hold deep within, leaving me lifeless, or at least not living. A shallow face, anguished and marred, an empty space, scaled and scarred. Sweetly abiding to a cynical charade, secretly hiding behind a fictitious facade. Still, lost within this heart of glass, this fragile and yet unfeeling mass. Lies the remains of a love that glowed, the gift to you I once bestowed. But honor and pride now bereaved- by your love for me so misconceived, ripped from my inner depths, impeding- mind, body and spirit, bleeding; heart crushed to sand from thy ruthless hand, A cold stare I just can't understand. I feel that somehow, somehow I'm dying, at least my soul and all that's underlying. A simple void, is that what I've become? The hollowed sphere on a pendulum. Swinging back and forth, emotion to emotion, never once stopping, nor slowing the motion. No reason, no answer, no justification. The creation of a sterile imagination. Just passing through time as time passes me. Merely a nothing- nothing, merely, left to be. Sightless and soundless, unseen and unheard. Mindless and boundless, obscure and absurd. All empathy lying ungraced, unemployed, I live my life dying, unembraced, a void. |