Only.

Wallace

Only the lonely know how I feel.

My soul flat and deflated like a punctured car wheel.

Only the sad know how my heart sadly beats.

No more that loving feeling it cheerfully greets.

Only the soulless know how my emptiness pains.

Trapped in a dark hole shackled to rust covered chains.

Only the uncaring know how I don't give a damn.

My inner thoughts aggressive and not peacefully calm.

Only I know how myself I can change.

Death is the only way for my soul to move on and rearrange.

 

A man in love.

Has a heart full of empathy.

A man in hate.

Has a heart empty of sympathy.

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 6th, 2017 00:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • dusk arising

    Wow powerful stuff. Nice writing. Please comment on my stuff.

    • Wallace

      Thanks for comment. I have read some of your writing and I give it two thumbs up, very good.

    • myself and me

      "A man in love.
      Has a heart full of empathy.
      A man in hate.
      Has a heart empty of sympathy."
      When the heart is empty of sympathy, the evil will occupy it.
      Nice writing.

      • Wallace

        Thank you for comment.



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