A hollow heart devoid of love is like a night no stars above, or like an old abandoned well whose empty echoes speak of hell. A lonely heart will gently weep as raindrops through her veins will seep, and cascade down a pallid cheek, and leave a weary spirit weak. My broken spirit aches with pain when sun sinks low at end of day, and darkness douses hopes thereof as midnight chimes amidst the rain. These sad forsaken dreams portray my hollow heart devoid of love. June 17, 2020