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Oct 2014
I've gotten used to ....

I've gotten used to that empty feeling in my gut,
Now that your not around , I feel the echoing memories, digging further into the foundation if my soul
Like moisture into the asphalt finding its way through the crevices , and breaking it from within .....
I've gotten used to not hearing her voice
Even though it still ignites a fission under  my entire skin
I've become accustomed to looking into distant memories
Blurred with tears
I've watched the door close on our tomorrow
It was all so sudden
And yesterday's now,
  are further and further away
You were the life I wanted to live
You were the love I wanted to adore
You were the Eden I had always hoped for
You are the answered prayer
You were the future I've always wanted
Ill never get over you
I've just gotten used to it
That empty feeling
That empty feeling
That empty feeling in my gut
Written by
Hank Van Well Jr  Nassau County
(Nassau County)   
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