Hollowed Soul
Poor unfortunate soul
Now an empty shell
Hollowed eyes
Void of life.
Your world has crumbled
Your a mess in rags
Can't see straight
Through the fog of despair.
You see no colors
Just black and white
There is no joy
Happiness has fleeted.
Wandering aimlessly
As if caught in a whirlpool
Spiraling down toward the center
Into the abyss of depression.
Your love in ruins
Can't control yourself
Your only choice in mind
Is to give up your life.
You head toward the road
Laying flat on your back
Waiting for death
To run you over.
Life flashes through her eyes
Memories flow like a river
Of a troubled, demented woman
Who realized too late
She could of changed fate.
Copyright © Megan Ryan | Year Posted 2015
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