A Sense of Emptiness
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You feel empty inside,
robbed of its passion, your spirit has died.
It was a deftly theft
no trace of trust was left,
so you're feeling bereft
and can't shake that feeling; God knows you've tried.
A shadow in the dark,
your soul has lost its spontaneous spark.
Poor invisible me,
no one can hear your plea;
a teardrop in the sea,
your fate is looking increasingly stark.
Your inner voice goes mute,
as the pain of loneliness grows acute
and faith's put on trial.
You've not smiled in a while,
it hardly seemed worthwhile
for once love leaves, hope is no substitute.
The victim of a lie,
your heart is a place where dreams go to die.
For they cannot exist
where fantasies desist
and nagging doubts resist
attempts to trust in love or even try.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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