the dark of empty

where there's dark light resides.
one exists because of the other and
light is brightest when there is dark.
when there is light dark is near by
for this is the balance of 'being'

inside me resides the dark of an
empty cavern, there's a faint constant
sound like swirling wind in a tunnel or
like the sound of water running o’er a
wooden plank floor in an empty room

i can hear my heart’s sloshing beat

a 'tell tale heart' telling its story of 
where it's been, a hurt of many times,
by the waning or severing from love.
my eyes well with incessant tearings
falling, falling onto that wooden floor
every drop a sound of trickling pain
for when you walked away

my breathing now is hastened as

the chest strains in and out gasping,
going limp the body falls down to the
floor not wanting to lift the arms or
gather the legs underneath to stand for
this pain, it hurts so. is this, all, worth it ?

the heart beat slows, breath now shallow,

eyelids frozen open, cannot blink,
emptiness fills all space and now
that echo sound of wind rides through
the darken recesses of my mind.
my soul no longer claims this shell
where it had resided as it separates,
lifts off to float forever away

no one wants to hear a heart beat
when it aches or tear drops fall in pain.
this is how one feels when love falters
and fades away and the heart gets
scorned and it cries from day to day,
but i shall not fold like a flower
sleeping at the end of its season,
i shall leave a little room to start again