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.
Copyright © Hernor De Asis | Year Posted 2019
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