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Empty Shell

Poetry Poetry Love Loss ... ۱۴۰۵/۰۴/۱۰
A lone silhouette stands inside an abandoned house filled with fading light. Empty rooms, broken windows, and drifting dust reflect the loneliness of a heart that once knew love.
There was a time I understood...

Empty Shell

There was a time
I understood
Your every glance,
your every mood.

This captive heart
you held so high
Was where you let
your pleasures fly.

But you are gone,
the joy is dead,
A silent house
is all I tread.

This home of grief,
this empty space,
Once knew a smile
upon your face.

The world went dark
the day you planned
To leave this all
for some new land.

That heavy day
you turned to go
Was black with grief
and deepest woe.

This moving corpse,
this empty shell,
This hollow soul
inside a hell,

Was once a heart
with fire and glow,
But that was all
so long ago.

My mind is lost,
my logic fades,
I'm known by madness
and its shades.

There was a time,
before the pain,
A clear-eyed soul
controlled my brain.

You ask me of
my past, my pride?
The self I kept
so deep inside?

To just admit
this love's control
Feels like I'm selling
off my soul.

I see it now,
that final gaze,
You looked right through
my painful daze.

My heart is lost,
you search no more,
Though I was all
you lived for, before.

This moving corpse,
this empty shell,
This hollow soul
inside a hell,

Was once a heart
with fire and glow,
But that was all
so long ago.