The Hole in my Soul

The hole in my soul, has taken a hold.

At every decision I now fold

in on myself but try to be bold,

as in times of old.

I feel as though I have been sold

for a meagre pittance whilst the days grow cold.

That same chill runs down my spine and STOPS;

stock still

with its own free will in the pit of

my stomach until I feel ill.

It seems you had better things to do.

You didn’t give us enough time to just be.

With you.

I want to follow too.

But this is so final.

There was no stall

for all that now must befall.

You always leave me behind but this time is eternal.

Cruel.

Unjust.

Frosty.

You were more of an apparition.

A spectre.

There but not.

I only ever wanted you.

To be with you.

But now that is something that can only happen with the onset of the cousin of death.

There has always been a dearth of you in my world.

Now my very breath is on pause.

The oxygen leaves me and never return.

You stole my heart but made me live.

Fate is a cruel master indeed!