Empty Shell of Me

Empty Shell of Me

A Poem by Xander West

“Empty Shell of Me “

 

In the evening of the red blood moon,

Reflecting upon my life's list of tragedies,

All the wrenching broken heart aches,

All the pain that left this empty shell of me,

 

I still remember the sounds of battle,

My best friend fighting next to me,

The eyes of the man who wished to kill,

The bullet taken his life still haunts me,

 

I can still feel the anger flooding my soul,

As I took up my friend's bloody gun,

Revenge for my brother lying at my feet,

No choice but to finish what needed to be done,

 

Looking up at the full glowing blood moon,

Reflecting upon the list of my life's tragedies,

All the wrenching broken heart aches,

All the pain that left this empty shell of me,

 

Tears of a broken man rolling down my cheek,

Looking back at the day I hugged my girls good-bye,

Whispering my undying love into their ears,

I sit to cry as the plane disappears in the sky,

 

The nights of laying in our house all alone,

Dreaming of little footsteps dancing upon the floor,

Laughter echoing through my lonely thoughts,

Emptiness tearing me down to the very core,

 

Praying to the call of the blood thirsty moon,

Reflecting upon the list of my life's tragedies,

All the wrenching broken heart-aches,

All the pain that left this empty shell of me,

 

I call out to any who would listen to my cries,

To hold me close as I cry away all the sin,

To whisper that I'm still loved by someone,

But no one knows all the pain that's it been,

 

How to tell a man as you look in his eyes,

His youngest daughter has been raped,

The mother sat aside to watch it happen,

The darkest pain we can never truly escape,

 

Should I hold him close or give a helping hand,

Torn by my friend's fiery anger and dark sorrow,

Some choices in life there seems no right or wrong,

Only a hope that perhaps it will be better tomorrow,

 

In this evening of the dark red blood moon,

Reflecting upon the list of my life's tragedies,

All the wrenching broken heart-aches,

All the pain that left this empty shell of me.

© 2016 Xander West


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Added on April 13, 2016
Last Updated on April 13, 2016
Tags: sad, life, death, struggle, depression, poem, poetry, dark, love

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Xander West
Xander West

Suffolk, United Kingdom



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I lost my passion to write for several years, better yet, I ignored my passion to write for several years. I am only once again touching my surface. more..

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