Love of an Empty Heart
By Angel With The Scabbed Wings
I don't know what to feel inside anymore.
I'm not sure if it is the love in my heart,
or if it is the stranded emotions,
lost in a the caverns of my soul.
Loving something so deeply that it hurts to keep,
feels like being consumed from the inside out.
Keeping that love out only allows my mind to consume itself.
The agony of not knowing the answer to this screaming pain is unbearable.
It dwells on my heart, and it rests in my thoughts.
I strive for a remedy from this parasite,
to the distance that I am willing to lose my life in the process.
I can not feel the pain that I am missing,
in replace of that pain there is a child in search of questions.
No child seeks the questions,
every child is there to seek the answers of life.
Looking in a mirror the child inside screams for liberation.
The key that fits the lock releases the agony of my empty heart,
and my soul fills quickly with spirit.
Overwhelmed with emotions the only one that I can express,
comes in a tear.
Comments on "Love of an Empty Heart"
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A former member wrote:
wow
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On Friday, April 30, 2004, A Velvet Tongue
(434) wrote:
And so many emotions well up..stinging that tear, almost willing it to fall..Whose says the youth of today cannot love?...Surely, Not I..This piece was utterly captivating..I want more..*Vel*
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On Thursday, April 29, 2004, aXe FactoR
(333) wrote:
i see my reflection in this poem... great piece of writing there...thanks for ya comments on my "cannibalism" u were brillant yourself too. :)
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A former member wrote:
Loving your work...loving you.
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On Wednesday, April 28, 2004, Angel With The Scabbed Wings
(40) wrote:
Thanks