Do not look for truth in this place.
You will not find it here.
Here there is naught but pain.
These eyes will tell you.
There is no solace for this heart.
The time for completion is past.
Weep, weep for halted time,
And paths ne'er to cross,
Despite the resolve in your heart.
The passage of years,
Neglected hope,
Banished memories...
Those are thy persistence
That has kept it beating.
This bruised and grey forlorn heart.
It beats to fill the empty space
That those ere' did instill within.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
