Emptiness Stories

Lonely hours into the night, battling tears and losing the fight;Broken heart that few will see; shattered spirit inside of me;Serene facade, despair within; pondering life, as it would have been;Growing old I can foresee, a dismal road ahead of me;Time moves on, memories to hold; An empty world as my life unfolds. 

Lonely nights,by your side;Lying embraces,painful to hide;Hollow moments,spent in tears;Tenderness gone,for many years.

The coldness stretches out, touching all cornersBare trees, bare everythingThe air is crisp and chilly, seeping in through the gapsYou disappear in the silenceWinter’s arms outstretched around you, trying to drag you inThe bleakness gripping you with icy fingertipsThe days are short and the nights are longThe sky is dark. BlackEndlessAchingLonely days and lonely nightsEverything is gray and desolateAloneBut then you remem...

I stood by a lonely shore. Lazy splashes of wave found the few rocks, and lapped against the sand. Far away, the sun drowned. I did not move to rescue it, there is no saving the day. Some days are irredeemable. Perhaps I was suffering from melancholy. They say that sunsets are perilous to the depressive. I waited for any emotion to surface, fear, anger, or hatred to speak to this act of giving up, the surrender of the sun...

I think I've been running away, Not dealing with what I need to.Trying to fill the emptiness each day,Reaching out to something new.It felt like a safe place for a while,But now I'm not too sure.It used to make me happy and smile,I believe I've hit a major detour.Instead of fixing issues in my life,I just made more problems.Always fighting with lots of strife,I think it may have been just boredom.Running away for many hou...

What is left in this life? I have three beautiful girls. Only one of which speaks to me daily. I have been married twice once common law and once legally. I have worked most of my life except for a few years here and there. I have nothing really to show for it. What is left? Am I to end up like my father a drifter going here and there using whatever is available at the moment? Or like my mother who is alone but happy with...

Squatting in the shadows Bloated and seething With bile and ancient hate She sits as cold as stone Weaving webs of malice From strands of her misery Hidden fangs dripping despair She waits patient as Death While twisted minions held in thrall Spun about with spells of glamour Entice the next unwary soul With whisperings and promises Smiles sweet as poison Promise pleasures without end As slow and softly falls the web Illu...