Empty

Why are we here?

 

I'm here yet I'm gone,

I stay, but it's not me.

My reflection comes clear

As the image on the glassy pond.

 

How I long to touch,

To feel, yet these hands,

These perfect hands,

Do not feel.

 

Your voice reaches my ears,

My cold unhearing ears,

I think it was you,

It's getting harder to tell.

 

My glazed eyes tell me lies,

The image glued to them,

Is not your own,

A mockery of my last breath

 

Red seeps into the ground,

My esense creeps away,

Fading from here to there,

I don't want to leave.

 

I want to stay,

To caress your soft face,

Soothe your worries'

It'll only take a moment

 

Why does this feel unjust,

Haunting the world inside of me,

What was known is undone,

 

A cheap excuse for an ending,

There's no redos

Part of me is gone,

Forever locked away.

 

Life ain't no fairy tale,

There's no happy endings,

All that's left is a hollow shell,

Author's Note

My spellcheck is still broken...I have no clue how I managed that

Reviews

[K. Carver]

bravo!...i applaud you...the only thing that i recommend changing is "aint" in you last stanza...it ruins the effect...but i definently feel what the writer is feeling...i love it....

[Wicahpi]

"Red seeps into the ground,

My (esense) creeps away,

Fading from here to there,

I don't want to leave."

*(essence)

My favorite lines of this poem, above. Nice!
May I suggest RhymeZone dot com ?
You can choose dictionary which will help since your
spell checker is broke..lol. I love that site. Very helpful.

I enjoy reading your poetry!