This ache in my chest
Is a hollow and empty space
My heart has shrunken and
Hardened.
There is nothing left but a void
My sorrow is a living thing
And it transforms me
Into something that I do not like
Yet I am helpless to change it
I have aged before his very eyes
There is nothing left of the child
Or if there is, I know not
There is a child there
Hiding
In the dark recesses of my mind
I know she’s there
Hiding
I try to coax her out
But she won’t come
She can’t hear me calling to her
Through the gloom of my memories
The darkness is a wall that keeps me from her
And her from me
I cry for her to emerge from this well that is my soul
But she can’t hear me
I can’t reach her
She doesn’t want to come out
The world is full of sorrow and pain
Why let my child see all of this
It is better for her to hide inside of me
But my soul is tarnished like old silver
That is never in use and left to time
And it pollutes our view of the world
Aug 24, 2010
Aug 24, 2010 at 8:40 AM UTC
This ache in my chest
Is a hollow and empty space
My heart has shrunken and
Hardened.
There is nothing left but a void
My sorrow is a living thing
And it transforms me
Into something that I do not like
Yet I am helpless to change it
I have aged before his very eyes
There is nothing left of the child
Or if there is, I know not
There is a child there
Hiding
In the dark recesses of my mind
I know she’s there
Hiding
I try to coax her out
But she won’t come
She can’t hear me calling to her
Through the gloom of my memories
The darkness is a wall that keeps me from her
And her from me
I cry for her to emerge from this well that is my soul
But she can’t hear me
I can’t reach her
She doesn’t want to come out
The world is full of sorrow and pain
Why let my child see all of this
It is better for her to hide inside of me
But my soul is tarnished like old silver
That is never in use and left to time
And it pollutes our view of the world
(c) Hollie Turner
