Void

Well..

A dried up face
And wet paper below
No sounds could escape
No words could be shown

What once was of abundance
Was slowly drained

Cast out to never return
Came anger and pain

As they faded to sadness
No hurt seeped in
With no reason to smile
Came emptiness

Still beating was a heart

That long ago had died
Alone inside was a void

That could never be tried

Reviews

[Traci]

A true expression of the emptiness and void one faces when sadness and darkness exist. Sad write, but beautifully done.

[Clown Princess of Crime]

the very last part of your lovely poem is what gets to me the most.
"Still beating was a heart
That long ago had died
Alone inside was a void
That could never be tried"
I often find my self wishing I could write as beautiful as you do my dear

[Amanda J. S.]

I'm back :-)

Lovely piece as always!
I feel like this expresses how I felt during my depression!

[Broken Soul]

Welcome back, thanks for the review..

[Amanda J. S.]

No problem :-)
I'm glad you look happier in your pictures :-)

[Broken Soul]

I certainly do.. But, a look of happiness can be created effortlessly d;

[Distantview123]

A sad write. Very expressive, engaging the reader's thoughts and feelings. Thanks for sharing.

[Broken Soul]

I'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks for reading