Void of my Heart
The room is silent, but it hums with the sound
Of all the things that are no longer around.
Walls breathe heavy with the weight of space,
An empty canvas, devoid of grace.
The chair sits still, where you once were,
A hollow vessel, a quiet blur.
No whispers to fill the lingering night,
Just shadows that creep, void of light.
The air is thick with the absence of breath,
A ghostly dance with the scent of death.
Nothing moves, nothing stirs,
Just echoes of what once was ours.
A clock ticks on, in a room that’s still,
Marking time in a space it cannot fill.
Each second falls like a heavy stone,
In a sea of silence, vast and alone.
Windows stare with vacant eyes,
No sun, no moon, no bright sunrise.
Just a sky that weeps with endless grey,
A reflection of a world that’s lost its way.
In this emptiness, I drown each day,
In thoughts that wander, in words that sway.
But nothing touches, nothing clings,
Just the hollow beat of lifeless wings.
I reach out, but the air pulls back,
A void that grows, a heart that cracks.
No comfort here, no solace found,
Just a silent scream, without a sound.
So I sit in this quiet, this endless pit,
A space where nothing and everything fit.
Empty rooms, empty thoughts,
A life left tangled in empty knots.
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365: From Me, To You
Poetry"365: From Me, To You" is a journey through the intertwined sorrows and joys of love. Each poem is a daily testament of devotion, capturing the bittersweet essence of longing, reunion, and the passage of time.
