Empty!

What is this empty feeling? A blank so empty so heavy?
Will it ever go away, or worse will I let it? Forget it?
Don't know that I'll ever be ready.

A burden on my heart, clogs my mind, drowns my eyes, tears my faith apart.
Why did you do this? Is this really you?
How and when did you go?
That I'll ever accept this, I don't know.

Is time flying by or standing still? A ticking clock running in circles trying to fill
This empty feeling.
Will it ever go away, or worse will I let it? Forget it?
Don't know that I'll ever be ready.

I take a deep breath again, try to shake it off as if it were attached and not within.
This is for the better I sometimes hear my head screaming while in fear.
Am I trying to find what I've lost? Or trying to gain something new here?

That I'll ever find it or who? I can't see today for tomorrow as I didn't see yesterday that this sorrow
Would bring this empty feeling.
Will it ever go away, or worse will I let it? Forget it.
Don't know that I'll ever be ready.

A burden on my heart, clogs my mind, drowns my eyes, tears my faith apart.
Why did you do this? Is this really you?
How and when did you go?
That I'll ever accept this, I don't know
This empty feeling.

One of those poems of my literary age!

Maybe on your way

There won’t be my steps

Maybe in your eyes

There won’t be my dreams

But you will always be there

Knocking at my heart.....

Many days were past

Ample excuses were made

Meeting turned into tragedy

Like the songs without melody

Maybe in your darkness

There won’t be my enlightenment

Maybe in your songs

There won’t be my words

But you will always be there

Knocking at my heart.....

When I remembered you,

Tears rolled down and I asked them

Why they were out,

They replied that there is someone beautiful in eyes

And they had no place there anymore.

Maybe in your fantasy

There won’t be my portraits

Maybe in your deserted winter

There won’t be my spring

But you will always be there

Knocking at my heart.....

Time is restless

Like all the feelings

Heart is sensitive

With no endings

Maybe in your dreams

There won’t be my visions

Maybe in your reality

There won’t be my practicality

But you will always be there

Knocking at my heart.....

.....forever!