Empty Heart

Empty Heart 

Empty heart

An empty home

The echo is always 

Solitude

No one left

No one to end

The echo is always 

Solitude. 

You’d call it silence 

But my mind makes enough noise

In these private moments it screams 

Makes me question everything basic to existence. 

I wish reverence 

But my head makes enough lies

In these moments alone it seems 

My life will be a short and fatal experience. 

Despite the wake

The funeral

And grieving. 

I’ll be in a personal hell, solitude. 

Empty heart

An empty home

The echo is always 

Solitude

No one left

No one to end

The echo is always 

Solitude. 

You call it Monday 

Yet it’s a day of mourning 

Who was I to you and am I now

If I was truly dead now what could you ever say. 

Just a past birthday 

That you all saw receding. 

As the day withdrew and then was gone. 

I’m fragile and your flippancy shows me every day. 

You don’t care

Condolence 

And your shame

Is why I am where I am now, solitude. 

Empty heart

An empty home

The echo is always 

Solitude

No one left

No one to end

The echo is always 

Solitude. 

The echoes I hear

Are your prayers for forgiveness

Your wishes you had done better 

They serve you no favors

The echoes I hear

Are your dumb questions for what is my choice 

Your ignorance in all of this 

Empty heart

An empty home

The echo is always 

Solitude

No one left

No one to end

The echo is always 

Solitude.