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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1305314
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.
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