The Emptiness Remains
There is an emptiness that ever remainsfilled occasionally by friends and lovers.
Voices of comtempt echo over and over again
laughing hysterically at this thread-bare cover.
As i try to hide my heart's blood stain,
I am surly lost and will find solace never.
For the din of voices are constant and vain,
they are evil, persistant, and oh so clever.
I harken to them in abysmal distain
for I know that I will never be severed
from the emptiness that rules my heart's domain,
a black hole without hope of love forever.
kathy lockhart
5/30/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-05-29 at 19:17
				
		 
		
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