The Empty Void of My Heart
Such a sadness has come upon me
and my tears are salty and stain my cold, cold cheek
as I think of her, the one who I loved so dearly
Near a year ago today
she had forgotten of me,
acted as if I were such a ghost or invisible
she knows I stay there in her heart,
but she denies the fact I still exist
and I am saddened and my heart broken in two
cannot beat to the rhythmic pattern of love;
for love is too fast for me to catch up.
An empty void in my heart,
a hollow man I am
and the hounds around me bark and howl
and she goes with them,
walks away in the cold nights,
with such pride in her step
I still love thee,
and she still loves me.
I see in her face,
those eyes of hers so beautiful and caring,
she looks through my soul
and sees that I still love thee,
still she turns and frowns and ignores
such a gentleman caller.
My heart, such an empty void,
I need her to fill me,
for my better-half is lost without her;
I am a broken man without my love.
Nothing but an empty void I have become,
a single hollow man in a white room,
full with memories
that are painted on stain glass windows
and I sit and pray for her, Oh Lord,
for her to return to me
and love me,
like the days before,
when frowns were smiles,
when cold grins were warm embraces.
I just want her to love me again.
Fill this Empty void in my pale heart,
for I am a sickly rose,
which needs to be watered by your grace and company.
.12.18.2013.
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