Hernor De Asis Poet ABC

The Void

A space with no end,
bruise that doesn’t mend.
Like cheap spirit,
filling the bottom pit.
A lover’s cry.
Tears run dry.
That’s Heartache,
As love’s fake!
Waiting for the scythe of time,
To whip this unknown crime.
Innocent as charge,
But suspect at large.
In the end people forget
When you faced defeat.
Lost in void, 
A magicless druid.
Prisoned in the past.
Soulmates that never last.
Present is the witness,
that alone is a mess.
Looking back is unjust,
And the die is cast.
There’s no going back.
Just try another luck.
So let’s move on.
Healing will be soon.

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Mahtab Bangalee June 11, 2019 at 2:20 AM beautiful poetic expression-A lover’s cry./ Tears run dry./ That’s Heartache,/ As love’s fake!/// Hernor De Asis July 10, 2019 at 3:56 AM Thank you ;) sending my regards ;)

Caren Krutsinger June 2, 2019 at 6:25 PM Hernor, welcome to Soup. This is a fantastic first start! Please post more of your delightful poems! Hernor De Asis June 7, 2019 at 5:49 AM Wow, thank you Caren. Ill be surely posting more.