Only emptiness is felt


A soul dying, slowly.
The heart bleeding.
A dark void, bottomless.
Where is the light?

Belittled in public.
Harsh words uttered.
Sadness mingled with anger.
Poison on a slow burn.

Like sunlight being dimmed.
Dark clouds hovering above.
An angry wind screeching.
Loves’ knock cannot be heard.

A well almost dried up.
No splash the pebble makes.
A bucket on a rope tossed in.
Out of reach, the bucket empty.

Tired; a whisper heard.
Happiness a dream once.
Like a dessert, lonely.
A heart and soul wilting.

Thoughts locked away.
The mind is screaming.
The key. Find the key.
Only emptiness is felt.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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