The Hollowed

 

It’s the still of the silence

 and I’ll wonder if your still there

It’s the motion of my heart breaking

Cause I can’t remember if you care

The void, invisible, behind my heart

The fading beating

I clutch at the empty air

Striving to remember

But remember what

The feeling, it’s the feeling that pricks

Tiny needles jab my skin

It’s my body, the hollow shell

As the wind whips around

Pushing across the ground

Forces my substance thin

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

An agonizing glance into a broken heart
negated of remembrances that once were
pleasant and attainable all for not…
Sadly beautiful indeed.

[Leap]

This is beautiful. "I clutch at the empty air." - great line. The imagery is strong.