And with this empty heart I betroth my aching soul
which is damaged and broken now beyond repair
As I look outwards onto this open space this opaque
frame which was once a colorful picture of my life,
That
Now lies in ruins, is now but a burnt out shell of an has been
for there is no more tomorrows, or green grass beyond
Today I see my life passing through many stages in time
from past to present from beginnings to the end -
With this empty heart I beckon my soul to become one with me
to repair all that has been forfeited given away left to rot alone
I have but one thought within this body of mine today...
will I ever succumb to the heights which my mind hopes
or just sink into the depths of immortality.
B...
Written 24 August 2015
Copywriter UK
By B. R. Walker