The Echoes Of A Vacant Heart

The Echoes Of A Vacant Heart - By Paul McCann

At the end of empathy  there is no place to start .

No by pass to exit , the hurt in a vacant heart .

I begged and crawled ,

through all of the hardships I have known .

I grieve the emptiness 

and  hope leaves me alone .

It’s hard to fill the empty spaces  

every day after everything I had has been taken away .

No plan .

No where to go .

No favours .

I exist .

There are those who seek 

but cannot find those who are missed .