The Pain Of Love Poem by Hermione Femalton

The slientness and emptiness;
Ripping through my soul,
The happiness and joyfulness,
All that keeps me whole.

Everything that made me,
Different from the crowd,
Everything that let me,
Say my thoughts out-loud.

Now you have ripped away,
All that makes me me,
You've left just a shell,
Of what I used to be.

The hollowness inside;
I cannot let it show,
The nothingness I feel,
And you don't even know.

(May 2008)