The Void Heart
The night is stretched like sky,
But there is no window to slide,
And Lord Oh my!
It is so suffocating to hide.
I can't see what's ahead,
But I think the sky is devoid,
Just like the core of my head.
No, the thoughts are there,
But they just end up in a battle,
And leaves me and my heart void.
Clearly, this night is not the only one,
The others are just the same,
Forcing my eyes to be up and see none,
None of the support that would tame.
Might wonder what's there to subdue?
The answer is thoughts and just thoughts,
Because they only excite counter thoughts,
Leaving me to toss, turn and roll over.
Even rolling over the bed does no good,
I find pillows surrounding me,
They are the shoulders to shed tears,
The chest to vent out frustration and rest.
Alas! They don't have the hands to hold me,
They don't have the tongue to spill the spell that everything will be okay.
I guess it's because of the purpose,
And humans have those little fingers and mouth,
So the fingers in my underwear helps me to doze off,
The mouth to gasp and leave whimpers,
But at the end they help thoughts to spark off,
Because they have to be whispers,
Adding the load of intense guilt,
That grills and leave thoughts to rebuilt.
The fresh scent of bright flowers,
May help to cheer and rejuvenate,
And a friend to stut and elevate,
A being that can fill lone vase,
May help to weaken the self-hate,
Filling the heart with debt of love,
Disabling the dark thoughts to bluff.
