My Empty Heart
I have seen myself over the aeons
I have heard the sounds of my crys
As I have searched for the contents of the soul.
The contents of my now empty heart.
My sobs were the echo, the emptiness,
I have heard thousands of times
As I a lonely soul searched in vain
As I flown across the endless blue
Of the endless indigo night.
That infinite, that void, that blue night was the reflection
Of my now empty heart.
Here in this space here,
Only the sobs from the depth from the soul
Which echoed through the stars.
I searched high I searched low
questioned every blade of grass,
the blue deep waters, and
the wintry days, clear icy nights.
Flowers have no secrets, birds sing their own songs.
I asked, addressed every tree, every cloud and each stone,
I asked every being living, and
The quiet ones, the ghost, now unknown.
Relentlessly searched for aeon’s asked millions of times
Please, do you know how could I find the contents of my empty heart?
wonder of all wonders.. never has been lost!
than who was that phantom,
whos sobs echoed through the endless space
that endless star light magical indigo night?
PSPSPSPS: This is only a poem I do not have a broken anything … !!!!! I have written this eons back..!! for heavens sake…. some people write to me that they feel sorry for me having so much pain…