Poetry | Free verse

The Void

The hollowness inside

Photo by Diego San on Unsplash

Someday, come and knock,
At the cardboard walls of my soul-
It is empty inside.

Someday, come and peek,
At the hollow chambers of my heart-
It is empty inside.

Someday, come and see,
The ashes of the fire that once burned-
I am cold inside.

The life has been sucked away now,
The flames are dead.
The restless soul is tired now,
The young spirits are dead.

The tears have dried up now,
The soulful eyes are dead.
All the petals have withered now,
The fiery roses are dead.

I am cold inside.

Will that void ever be filled?
Can the fire burn again?

Will my barren heart ever see the spring?
Can roses grow here again?

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