emptiness is not an emotion but a state
it’s a state of numbness and sadness
A drowning of the soul
He went away and left me broken
Will my heart mend? It might do
But I may never love again
My dearest of child,
My heart's yearns for you to reconcile,
That love is oh so mild,
And that this is infatuation and pent up desire
Sunken are only the ships of those,
That take on a burden they never chose,
Carrying weights above their load,
Perishing in ways unknown
Fortunate however are the wise
That see the harrowing signs,
Of a their ship in demise,
And righteously act in time
Lay your soul to rest,
Soak your wounds in fresh,
And remember until next,
Pass shall this too, and regress