Since you've been gone empty chairs and empty rooms At times It seems as If my very world has ceased to be Every day a struggle to go to sleep to nothing, and wake up to nothing And not wanting to do anything, no drive now left In me, thank God I have my poetry writing to shelter me from harm
I poetry to keep from harm love write about my wife
It comes and goes Those sensations, those blows. My spirit found me again Caught me off guard, didn't knew we had connection It reminds me and remakes me again Though I don't need it, I don't need affection And I am concentrating on racionality to avoid my spirituality But it's the 7th sense and I can't stop its *******. It's a ****** battle against the unavoidable While all I want is to stay in the void fable It's so comfortably numb and the world is rough So leave me be, leave myself, release my being, create something obtainable; Live in fantasy, be something else, ease your ageing and taste everything reachable. But not me, I am one without a scent I am a black canvas trying to be a paint Everything just disappears in me I am a black hole absorbing all and turning it to nothing I am hopelessness. Apsens and I are tyed together The absence is what dyed my conscienceness I feel nothing because for every passing second I am less and less I'm the embodiment of emptyness.
It's during those lonesome moments that I realise how much you mean to me. The sky is grey and the air doesn't get to my lungs, I'm suffocating by your absence. The thought of leaving my house seems useless since you won't be there waiting for me. A day without seeing your smile feels empty, and I miss your eyes even more, now that I know that I'll never see them. I'm needy of the warmth of your presence in a room even if I've never experienced it..